Around the Kitchen Table 02-06-14

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Family:(l to r) Todd Stewart, Geraldine Marks (me) and Regina (Marks) Stewart

This May Well Be A Winter to Remember

This picture was taken at my (snow-delayed) 85 birthday party and Christmas party in Dec. Regina is our youngest child. She and Todd live in Weston. Regina teaches in the Buckhannon Middle School and Todd is a Gilmer Co. school bus driver. Weather permitting, they attend church with us every Sun. at Oak Grove. Regina teaches the Kid's class. 

I, and lots of other seniors, have been home bound for two weeks because of the extreme cold and slick icy roads. One day this week all of WV schools but two were closed. I have never heard of that before. Taking school children to school on some of the icy slick roads could have been bad. There were lots of accidents and a bus driver can only do so much to care for his load of children in the case of an accident. I was glad the schools were closed and had two hour delays when the roads were so bad.

Last Thurs. I tried out my new handrail that son Tim and his wife Debbie made for me. Daughter Marina and husband Roger took me to Glenville. It was the first time I had been out for almost two weeks. We ate at the Senior Center and visited awhile, did some shopping and visited grandson Ben Stewart and his wife Kayla. The roads were in pretty good shape but we still have lots of snow and it was icy and slick everywhere the snow had not been cleared off.

I supposed, like always, the weather has been a major topic of conversation this winter. Lots of people have had trouble with frozen water pipes. The ponds and creeks are frozen over and farmers have to chop holes in the ice so their stock will have water to drink. The weatherman promises a little warmer weather next this and some more snow. Winter has worn out its welcome and I am really looking forward to spring and watching for wildflowers.

Dad was born in 1902 and he always talked about how much colder it was when he was growing up. I do not think we had as much zero and below-zero weather when I was growing up as we have had this winter. I do remember two snows that paralyzed Gilmer Co. The first big snow I remember was a 36 inch snow that fell in March of 1942. Dad was saw-milling in the West Fork and could not get home. Thankfully, Emery Allen fed his cows.

In 1950, during the Thanksgiving holidays, we had around a 36 inch snow. My younger brother, 12 year old Rondal, told me the dog drug one of his boots off of the porch and it was buried somewhere in the snow and he missed most of the excitement. Dad's cows were back on Counts Ridge and they had moved to the Bailey Stump place. There was no way to get back on the hill to feed the cows so they drove Dad's sawmill dozer up Crooked Fork, over the Perkins Hill and up the hill to make a road to bring the cows home. I think Rondal told me that the snow was too deep for the road plows and most of the roads were cleared off with dozers.