Aunt Rambles — Snows of Yore
Snow of 2014
Well, somebody has told me you’uns can’t understand how I talk. Oh my! Today I aim to use a term you may not know either and that’s rec-o-lect. Now some folks would spell that recollect and hit means to remember.
When we had all that snow last week I started rec-o-lecting about snows of years ago. I rec-o-lect the snow of 1936 — I was jist a kid — and we had a 8″ snow. My daddy was in the bed sick with the flu. We had a chicken house across the road and the chickens wuz fenced in and that meant we had to tote water over to ’em. That fell my job during the snow and hit wuz a job for a kid to tote a bucket of water in that deep snow.
Another snow I rec-o-lect is one when I went rabbit huntin’ with my daddy and he know’d how to find the rabbits buried up under the snow. I rec-o-lect him findin’ a rabbit, but don’t know what he done with it.
1993 is another big snow I rec-o-lect. We wuz trapped in here fer two weeks and couldn’t git out. Trees wuz across the road on one end of the road and a big snow drift wuz out here in the curve. The road machinery couldn’t even plow through hit. We did have electricity though.
During the 1993 blizzard a man from Geraldine called and wanted a bale of hay fer his goats. Said he wuz a comin’ atter hit. I told him if he wuz a comin’ to brang me some cokes. He had to park at the end of this road and walk up here. John put a bale of hay on a piece of sheet arn and the boy drug hit to the road. This is jist a few memories of long ago country living.
I remember the snow of the Winter 1939-40 when I was a toddler and was not allowed off the porch as the snow was deeper than I was tall. That’s the Winter the lake at Guntersville froze solid enough for people to walk on and even drive cars on. We had cold and snowy Winters in the past more than we’ve had recently. The blizzard of ’93 was definitely one to remember; my husband was dying of cancer and we lost electricity, piled every quilt I had on his hospital bed since we heated with it; had to walk to the end of my driveway (300′) where my pharmacist met me with needed medicine. He had a 4-wheel drive and had told me he would attempt to get that far; certainly a wonderful, caring person to brave it for us.