Hi folks. Since I haven't been feeling well recently, this week's column is an "oldie" written in 1994. The amount of snow we had received back then was certainly a lot more than we have had thus far this year. As of January 14, Sherman has only received 44 inches. That's nice for those who don't like snow, but not so nice for ski resorts and those folk that like to enjoy the outdoor sports. Nevertheless, since man cannot control the weather one might just as well "grin and bare it."
"Sherman's Friendly Corner"
Hi folks, I see we have another stormy Monday. It's worse than usual, however, for many schools are closed, including ours. That means more snow fun for the kids and more wet clothes and floors for moms.
Photo by Elaine Cole
This scene is from January 2012.
The radio predicts blizzard-like conditions for afternoon and evening. It's interesting to note the controversy concerning the word "blizzard." Webster's describes one as a long, severe snowstorm; an intensely strong cold wind filled with fine snow. The late Charles E. Brooks said a blizzard is a snow, driving northerly gale of zero cold which was almost unknown in the East. It seems to me I've experienced storms which nearly fit that description.
I recall one particular storm in 1947 or 1948, when I got on the school bus at 8 a.m. and we didn't get to school until 3 a.m. the next morning.
I'll never forget that busload of kids, mostly elementary, crowded into a couple of farm homes. I'm sure some of you remember, too. There were three or four of us high schoolers that helped peel potatoes and fix dinner. When we finally arrived at school we had a hot meal and bedded down, some at school and others in Sherman homes. I got home three days later and I didn't live way out either, just on the North Clymer Road.
A storm can be fun, however, if everyone is safe and sound at home. It is a good time to be in front of an open fire eating popcorn and fudge. Ever since the caveman caught and tamed fire, man has enjoyed basking in its warmth. It's not only because he wants to warm his hands; it's something deeper, like watching the flames leap, hearing the fuel crackle and the aroma of certain wood.
It is the quiet thoughts, dreams and memories aroused by the open fire and companionship of family and friends shared in front of it.