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Carol Perkins: Snow Stories

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By Carol Perkins

Snow stories. In the eyes of a child, there is something very cozy about a snowstorm that cripples the town and the county. Dreadful, however, for adults who have to work, especially those who risk their lives climbing icy poles to keep electricity flowing, while disgruntled customers make phone calls to those who already know the electricity is out. We are a spoiled society, aren't we?

Recalling snowstorms

My youthful home was a picture-perfect postcard setting when it snowed. White clapboard exterior, dark roof, picket fence, and a snow-covered sidewalk that my daddy tried to keep cleared...just in case.

Highway 163 was covered with snow and ice (in the 50s, we didn't have the means to clear it that we do now), so no one was going anywhere, but my dad felt he needed to clear that path to the car. As chain-fitted trucks slowly passed, the harsh grinding of ice beneath their tires announced how bad the roads were, and ground vibrated with the rumble of the county grader. My brother and I watched.


Those harsh snowstorms kept us inside.

"It's too cold to go out," my mother warned while we begged.

As soon as the temperature rose above freezing, we took off for the hills with our sleds and our dog, happily rolling in the snow. Without a clear path, we dodged trees. I was always cautious, so I typically stayed on the sidelines, praying my brother and cousins wouldn't hit a tree.

School closings. Despite knowing school was canceled, my brother and I waited for the official news coming from Nashville's Channel Five. (There was no WBKO.)

While the county stood still, my dad kept moving. He was a TV repairman, so he was called out at all hours by what I thought were selfish customers. During those days, if a TV quit working (which it often did because the antenna was blown sideways), my dad risked his life to accommodate others. I was really worried about him.

This snowstorm has kept Guy and me inside, sitting near a cozy fireplace, with a good book, and plenty to do, if I wanted to do anything.

"What do you want to eat?" I'll ask Guy.

"Whatever you want to fix," he'll reply.

"How 'bout nothing," I say.

"Suits me," he'll reply and make himself a sandwich.

That's life on Oris Lane during a snowstorm, and I love it.


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