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Bill was in third grade and Jack was in first. I can imagine their mother’s relief when the rig pulled out of the farm drive on to the road. I hope she had a cup of tea.

When they approached the school there was a little horizontal snow, but nothing unusual for that time of the year.

As the day progressed the wind picked up and the snow went from inches to feet. By mid afternoon everyone knew they would have a lot of trouble getting home and people who had lived through this kind of weather before declared that it would take several days to dig out of what was coming. The kids who did not live in town would have to stay with families close by. I suppose they used sleds to pull the little kids over the snow through the blizzard.

The smallest Anglin boys were taken to the only restaurant in town. It was run by Harold and Ethel Grossman. Harold was one of their mom’s nephews The Grossmans lived over the store and the little boys got to

sleep in a nice warm bed. There was plenty of food because they owned a restaurant. The older boys got to go home with friends.

Every one had to stay put as the storm took several days to subside. The storm started on a Wednsday but it was Saturday when, finally, Daddy Wash was able to hitch the horses to the big bobsled filled with hay or straw. The youngest boy, my uncle Jack, said he remembered being put down into the hay to keep them warm on the way home. It was good that the older boys had strong legs because they had to walk beside the bobsled to stay warm. Jack had been feeling a little

feverish for a day or so and Mrs. Grossman discovered that he had Chicken Pox ; so, once again, a little surprise for mother (Grandma Grace).