Traverse City Record-Eagle


January 30, 2012

Terry Wooten: A time of big snow

The winter of 1957-58 was a doozie. I was in fourth grade.

Snowbanks were higher than school bus windows along sections of the back roads.

I dug a cave fort in a big one west of our house, and used the discarded Christmas tree as the door.

If a snowplow had come along, I probably wouldn't be writing this.

When I wasn't in school, or lounging in my snow cave, I was sword fighting the tops of cedar fence posts almost completely buried in snow. In my imagination the posts were British troops during the Revolutionary War.

Once we were snowbound for three days, but nothing like the stories below.

The third night a giant snowplow woke me up banging and grinding through the drifts west of our house.

It sounded like a prehistoric monster, and the snowdrifts were glowing from its headlights.

Margaret Fales (101) Elk Rapids

We didn't drive in the wintertime.

We used horses and sleighs.

There was too much snow,

a lot more than now.

We visited neighbors in sleighs

to play cards,

and they came to visit in sleighs.


There weren't plows

on side roads.


The years went by.

Guys would go out on the corner

of what is now Cairn Highway

and U.S. 31,

dig in the snowbank

and make a garage.

They put their cars out there.


On Saturdays we walked

out to the car

and drove into town

to get our groceries.


In the spring big, huge snowplows,

you never see any of those anymore"¦they chewed the snow up

and blew it off to the side

to clean the back roads.

Julia Pascoe (April 1, 1920 — December 18, 2010) Elk Rapids

To get to Creswell School

we had to walk south

along U.S. 31

down to the corner.

Well, a snowplow came along.

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