August 21, 2014

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By David V. Miller
For the Star-Gazette
For those of you wondering if winter is ever going to end……well… not any time soon. Going around Beardstown just three days after Ground Hog’s Day, I myself, was tempted to make a trip to Pennsylvania, to put a hit on that subterranean guinea pig! After a whole night of shoveling to make sure my daughter had a parking space in front of the house when she got off work (Two passes by the snow plows added to my joy… thanks guys) I finally went to bed; only to get up this morning to …. sigh… more of the same. With high wind in the forecast accompanied by plummeting temperatures, we have plenty more to “look forward to” over the next few days. That said, I decided to make it my mission, following the latest snowstorms, to find the silver lining in our ever-growing pile of white, lumpy rain. So I tried to think back to the worst snow I could remember. I didn’t have to think about it for very long.
I was a boy in the winter of 1978 (yeah, old guy) and living in the little town of Keithsburg, when the snow was so heavy that my father and I were on the roof of our house with snow shovels to prevent it collapsing. It was so deep and drifted so high, that I had to dig a trench to my dog’s house to free him from the drift that had effectively buried him alive. Snows fell that year in such amounts that air drops had to be made to farm families who were stranded in their homes. Travel was confined on most roads to only one lane of traffic and travelling on that was tedious at best. I remember walls of snow so high that it was like driving down a long white tunnel that seemed to have no end. In the spring of that year there was still snow on the ground all the way into May. With that in mind, as I threw shovel after shovel of snow into an ever-growing pile, this didn’t seem all that bad.
So before you curse the plows for filling your driveway yet again and before you blame the weather man for the upcoming forecast, remember, it could always be worse and remember; it all has to melt at some point. There’s your silver lining.