Its sure nice to hear from Meryle Hoopman. I babysat her when she was a baby, and liked her entire family very much. Just had to comment on the Kick McKay horse. Patsy would ride this magnificent palomino over to my house. He was huge, and just beautiful, named Viking. I recall trying to ride him a time or two, must have been suicidal to even try. He was a lot more horse than I could handle. Patsy did well with him however. Wondered if that was the horse Kick took to the mountains to ride. Sharon Zorn Gerdes.

 

 

 

 

 

Yes Gary,
Snow, snow every where! Here in Bottineau there are many streets
quite narrow. The city crews are busy every day hauling snow away,
one street at a time. So many more to go.

Yesterday afternoon,I heard the thundering sound of snow rumbling
down my metal north roof. The boys quit frightened barked and danced
in circles while Sven squawked in fright! We were all relieved when
it was over, the roof hadn’t caved in!

When I went to the back door I found my car parked in the driveway,
buried in the heavy, wet snow that slid off the garage. Every farm
girl keeps a grain shovel. (Used more than silver) And, as I “grain”
shoveled, tunneling my car out, I found it wiser for my back to take
tiny scoops. The hood of my car was indented from the heavy, wet
snow, but, “Plucks” popped right back into shape as the snow was
scooped away.

I am so glad it was my car that was buried not me or the boys. Any
of us would have been flattened from the sheer force and weight! I
looked across the street where their son -in -law was moving snow
away at Wes and Ovidia’s, and Mr. Mortenson shoveling off the
addition to his house. Everyone inthe neighborhood took advantage of
the +30s to work.

Other neighbors called to ask if I was alright, I just responded,
Yep! Now, I don’t have to crawl up on the rooftop to move snow!
Later, at Buie’s insistence, we called upon the Schnieder’s. Wes
continues his slow recovery from a fractured wrist. Wes, who for all
the ski-ing ,riding horse, and hard physical work he has done in his
life finds it hard to slow down when there is snow to be moved and
kindling to be chopped.

A “bob cat” just came and moved the snow tunnel off my driveway.
Blessed with good health, I shan’t complain. Yep, I’m wintering well.
Vickie