Keeping up with past and present happenings in a remarkable small town.
Across the street from St. Paul's Church.
This storm was the backdrop for one of my earliest memories. Was about 3 and a half at the time. We lived in a house on Northwest’s Elm street. The level of the porch was about 5 feet above the yard. My Dad and I were going out to play in the snow and he picked me up and dropped me off the porch and into the deep snow.
I remember shoveling my neighbor's sidewalk. It took me two hours and all I got was 15 cents. I threw it on his sidewalk! I showed him!
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