Snow Storms in the Midwest

This storm reminds me of a storm we had when I was a kid. We lived in a two room shack on a farm not far from here. My father had just landed a good job at a factory and though he knew the storm was coming he went to work as usual. That evening the storm was raging out side and he was late getting home. My Mother was worried because he was not home and we didn’t have much fuel for the old wood stove and the snow was drifting across the road up to three feet deep. We lived a mile and three quarters down a gravel road from the nearest highway. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door, I opened it and there stood my father covered with snow, with a 25lb bag of coal under each arm. he had stalled the car out just across the highway, got out with the coal and started walking. The windchill was no doubt well below zero, the snow was drifted sometimes more than three feet deep but he made it through. He wasn’t a big man in most folks eyes, but nobody was tougher and he sure stood tall to young boys eyes that night….