Several years ago on Veteran's Day I recieved this in an email from my mother:
I also remember the Armistice Day Storm of 1940, I was in our little country school right up the road from our farm place along with my brothers and sisters and about 10 more students at District 42 at that time, and our teacher Dorothy MacGrath. It started in storming right away in the morning if I remember right. I was 11 years old at the time. It kept getting worse and worse, and about noon or so here comes my Dad with the horses and sleigh to call school off! He was the president of the school board so had the authority to do that. We, of course, were so happy to get out of school early! He had the manure wagon on the sled runners, wow did it smell, but he had it so cozy with lots of hay inside the wagon box and several of our wool quilts off our beds to cover up with! He took the neighbor kids, the Fischer's along home too as they lived a short ways from us. We went over huge snow banks, and we were scared of tipping over! Our Dad stood there in front facing the cold wind and heavy blowing snow, his face bright red and his nose dripping[ that is something I will always remember whenever he hauled us to school in cold weather! We came home to a warm wood fire burning in the stove in our dining room[which was our room to play in too], Mom in her big apron hustling to get off our heavy coats etc and getting us close to the warm stove! We had not eaten our school lunches she always sent along, so I remember that day and any other stormy day, we would sit under the dining room table on a blanket and pretend to have a picnic! It was so cozy! The snowbanks got so high we could not see out to the barn! That was some storm! So Veteran's Day always reminds me of this snowstorm, and little did I know at that time I would marry a hero who is a Veteran of WW2!
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