Half true, half imagined: the blizzard and the guardian angels

Now I'll see a little story. Well, I hope the readers that will consider this about half -truth and half -fiction up to now. I said everything truthfully as it happened, or whatever, what you call them. Now, I'll say half of it, like I say, is the truth.

And the other half imagination. But I just hope that forewarned, you know, what you've got to expect. I thought it was kind of cute. It happened to me a few years back, maybe about 20, 22 years ago. My husband was still trucking milk for the farmers.

And I had my supper ready, and he wasn't coming, it wasn't coming. Well, he knew the chores would be done, so he stayed and played and played cards with some friends in the tavern, and comes around 7 o 'clock in the evening.

Somebody walked in to the tavern. My husband told me about it. And he said, well, by golly, you know, we're going to have a blizzard. In a little while, he says, it's coming thick, big flakes, and the wind is starting.

I believe you were going to have blizzard and short order. Well, nobody paid much attention, and this man that walked in, he says, well, I'll just have a drink, and I'm going to go home. I'll go home. He's good.

He walked. He was a town man. Well, John says, I think I'll have to be gone, too, just to I finish this year game. They were playing smear, I guess. So they finished the game, and then he thought, well, I'll see him.

He stick his head out, and he says, bye, I'll eat. blowed like heck, and so thick you couldn't see ahead of you or nothing. So he says I paid my winnings or losings or whatever with the smear, and I went home.

Well, I backed out of the, with the truck out of the main highway. Already, they must have been four or five inches of snow. So, and the wind started howling, crisscrossed the street, you know, where it could. So he started for home Well, he got about two miles from home And there was a big, big snowdrift And he Just, well, he didn't see But he kind of sensed it After all, he went there every other day Every day past that corner So he figured it would be about 10 foot high snowdrift But just in time he He handled the steering wheel And he never touched

the snowdrift He made all right By that time, it was about two feet of snow on the highway, and wherever there was a chance, the wind made drifts, even on there, would see. Well, so this must have been about 7 .30 or so, or a little later.

And meantime, at home, I seen the blizzard, and I went outside several times to see, and I said to myself, boy, he's going to have a heck of a time getting home in this here. Thank you. You can't see ahead of you, maybe two feet.

He couldn't even, I don't believe he could see the radiator cap on the truck. That's how thick the snow was coming and slicing the wind. So I got a bright idea. I said, well, to myself, I said, he can't, he's got a garden angel with him.

But maybe he could use another one to help him steer if he happens to get in a snowdrift or something. So I made up my mind. get along without my guardian angels. So I set mine up there to give him the hand to help him out.

And so he comes around Dodie's corner there, the Whittaker's. When he come down to W .C.'s corner, where Louis lives now, their son, he felt like somebody wrenched at his steering wheel, and he missed another big snowdrift right there.

the corner where the wind could have a chance to make a drift. Well, he says I was surprised, but he says, I made it all right, and then I proceed slowly by that time. There was more and more snow on the main highway, but he made it up to Yanski's corner.

And that's about a mile or so further towards home. And he says, they're the same thing. He said, I couldn't hardly steer with all that snow and everything to make the corner. And again, I felt, he said, like somebody was helping me.

He says, somewhere or other, I made it, again, the corner. Then towards home, it wasn't so bad. There's woods at both sides of the things, so the wind didn't have a chance to make a drift. And he made it okay home.

So when he got home, he says, boy, I am glad I'm home. He said, that was some road. But he says, I'm surprised. He says, how I ever made it. He says, I missed the goddamn corner small drifts.

by inches and stuff. And then he told me how he felt that somebody was helping him with the steering -hole because I don't see how I made it. Well, I said, thank God must have been the help of my garden angels, see.

And so afterwards, a couple to three days later, I told him about it. He left. He says, I think it must have a little, he said, because I did have some help someplace from somebody, you know. And I thought it was kind of cute, the way it happened, you know.

And, well, he was glad he got home. But if he would have stayed, the next day he couldn't go with milk or nothing. Everything was blown shut and that, and they had a heck of a time getting to town.

He had three, four guys with shovels helping him and stuff. Because the snowplow usually come from Ladysmith until second or third day, you know. Farmers had to have their milk calls, so they shoveled and they made it out all right to the town and backs.

So he had quite a few experiences on the road, you know, with the snow or in the mud or something, but he made it for me. He was a milk hauler for about 27 years, I guess. But he was pretty good.

He admitted somebody was helping really, really help.