Wild Weather on Thanksgiving Day!
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We stayed in a hotel in Olivia MN on our way to Ames Iowa for Thanksgiving. I was young and brother was younger, having been born in 1950. Trying to find out what year that would have been. Dad never let the weather worry him but it did on this day and he gave up driving in it for the day.
here in SE Minnesota we were out trick-or treating with our kids with rain, snow & sleet falling in the darkness of night. Most people had winter coats on over their outfits. The wind and snow took out the power for 2 days. We melted snow to flush the toilet as water lines also froze up.
We played Monopoly by candle light. Our kids still to this day, remember & talk about that storm.
The Halloween Blizzard of 1991 is one that midwesterns, especially Minnesotans, fondly remember. From 10/31/91 - 11/3/91, 28.4 inches of snow fell in the Twin Cities area...36.9 inches of snow was dumped on Duluth, MN. We are a hearty group, the Trick-or-Treaters still ventured out.
I have a very special memory of the Thanksgiving Storm of 1950….my dog, Brownie!
I grew up in Lawrence County, in Western Pennsylvania. Our area was hit with lots of snow then too. My dad had a custom-made, heavy duty tow truck, part of his garage business. He had a big snow plow attachment for it, and had the township’s contract for snow removal from the township’s roads.
A lady from our village went into labor during the worst of the storm, so Dad plowed the road to New Castle, 15 miles away, with the expectant parents driving their car behind him to get the woman to the hospital.
Afterwards he went to a store in the city and bought a lot of bread and milk to bring back home to the little store in the village.
Later on, as Dad was out in the country plowing the township roads, a family waved him in to their house, and gave him some coffee to help him stay warm. They happened to have a litter of puppies in their cellar. They insisted he take a puppy home for me, his only child at the time. He loved dogs, so probably didn’t need much persuading.
I had just turned 2 the week before, but I do remember looking down into a tall, narrow cardboard box and seeing a puppy at the bottom. I had Brownie for 11 years. He was my best pal.
What a lovely story, thank you for sharing it.
in 1968 we moved from southern Ca to shasta co. in the north. i was 10 at the time and had only seen it snow once in my life. a day or two before Thanksgiving we recieved 8" of snow. what a treat for us kids! that same year, just before Christmas, it snowed about 2'(feet) in 2 days and we had a wonderful white Christmas! mind you, this is at the north end of the sacramento valley at 500 to 600 feet elevation, which generally doesn't receive much snow at all!
