Best Day Ever: The Blizzard of ‘61
Survival in Tough Times: My excitement grew steadily. We were snowed in, stranded at the farm, the happiest place of my childhood in my first blizzard.
By Dr. Bruce Smith —— Bio and Archives--February 26, 2024
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This is one of the most cherished memories of my Heartland childhood. Journey with me, dear reader, to those remarkable days in my memory, February 25th and 26th, 1961.
I turned eight near the end of 1960. We had moved away from the old hometown of New Castle, Indiana the previous year and had moved again already, this time to a rented two-story house in Richmond, Indiana. We were a family of five with the folks, my two brothers and me. My dad had taken a job with a local heating and air conditioning firm, and my mother had gone to work as a secretary at the local college. Both sets of grandparents still lived in the old hometown, thirty-two miles away. We visited them often, every couple of months if possible. This story came about because of a visit to my paternal grandparents in February of 1961.
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