By Dr. Bruce Smith —— Bio and Archives--March 5, 2024
As the daylight waned late on Saturday afternoon, there was growing concern for the fans at the field house. We heard that my oldest brother had made it home safely. We learned that the final game would be postponed, probably until Monday. By the time dark fell, there were still more than 3,000 fans stuck there. Some walked out to a nearby motel, but most of them spent the night in the giant gym. There was food in the concession stands and a local grocery store brought in more. A kind of party atmosphere settled in. In later years, it became a local mark of distinction to have been one of the fans who spent the night of the blizzard in the New Castle field house. Once we heard that people were stranded there, the blizzard became an epic thing in my mind. I could picture farmland across Indiana and all the way to Omaha buried in snow. We might have to stay at the farm until Spring! No school and no church until March 21!
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By Barbi on 2024 03 07
We haven't had much snow this year, but yesterday morning we woke up to the world covered in white. It was overcast, but just for a bit there was the glimpse of the sun shining into the kitchen window. Oh, how I love the cold, white snow with the blue sky and sunshine! It is still very cold outside, but it amplifies the warmth inside. I love to crack open the kitchen window over the sink to let in the cold air. Smelling the coffee and having something in the oven. The best things in life are truly free! For those few moments, my head was back in Flagstaff on a winter day. Some moments are etched inside of our being with each piece of the memory being as clear as the day it happened.
I did read your book, Freeman Farm, and I remember being able to hear the ice crunching beneath your feet, the woodstove heating the room, and all of the other details you wrote. Very descriptive and making the reader sense the feelings that you are feeling. Your memories and stories are all so detailed and vivid. It is like being there with you...with my stocking feet on the wood floor. Thank you.
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