My street is lees than 1000 feet long, when my kids were in school there were four families with kids in the same school,2 bus stops. Two houses up the kids went to a different school but it was right next door literally one behind the other. Different bus, schools started and ended ten minutes apart. You try to figure it out.
Funny, I remember a drought out in NV growing up, in the summers of 1975 -1977. It was looking bad for 1978 too, but the snowstorm you mention was kind of what broke it. The spring of my freshman year in high school and after three years of 'really dry', like find fossils in the bottom of Lahontan Reservoir, it broke. We had water in 1978 and grew a helluva lot of alfalfa hay and sileage corn. More good years until the next one in 1983.
Where I live they call that snow flurries.
I remember the great blizzard of 59. Snowed in for a week. Pulled gunny sacks full of feed on scoop shovels about 3/8 of a mile uphill to feed some hogs at the other farm. Milked the cows and then poured the milk out because there was no way to get it to the cheese factory. Took a 6 wheel drive snow plow 20+ tries to get up over the hill and open the road up. We lived on a township road and had to wait for the county to get that 6WD Oshkosh to plow the road, as the township didn't have a piece of equipment that could get it done. Have a picture of my sister at age 5 standing on the snow drift that the plow made and she was as high as the telephone wires. Oh the good old days.
Hey another old guy, I remember 4831 & 4895, brought into one of the local gun shops in 50 gallon barrels and he sold it for $ .50 a lb also. But you had to have your own container to put it in. Good days, back around 1955, as I recall.
I believe town of Stockton still has one of those. They brought it out for that 36" April snow a few years ago.
A car or girl magnet?
I remember baling hay in the hills of Jordan township. 88 Oliver, wide front end. 77 New Holland baler powered with an air cooled Wisconsin engine that was very temperamental to get started .One day dad was spinning the crank fast as he could and the engines comes to life with the crank stuck on the engine. I watched dad run back to get away from it and then cautiously sneak back up to it to shut the engine off. I was too young to reach the pedals on that tractor and the heavy combination of the New Holland baler with a wagon load of hay attached would sometimes shove me everyway but straight in those hills. Suffice it to say that I could drive anything with wheels on it at an early age. Oh the good old days.
