I haven’t heard anything from her for a long time.

There should be many of our readers who remember the snow that came on
June 3, 1943. My grandmother took this picture in the yard at the farm
to show what things looked like. As you can see, the poplar trees had
their leaves and the hardwoods were starting to leaf. This is probably
the snow that Art Fugere (Debbie and Diane’s grandpa) told me about many
years ago, when I was working at Lamoureux Brothers garage. He said they
were done seeding crops and thought summer had arrived and then got hit
by snow. He said it was weird! Some old timers said they had seen snow
here in the hills, in every month of the year. I have never seen snow
here in June, July , or August–but every other month, several times
over! On Labor Day weekend in either ’64 or ’65, we were plowing under
stubble and had a heck of a snow. The snow would cover the black dirt we
turned over so it was kind of hard to see where you were going when you
came back around. I remember Dad and I lit small straw piles on fire and
stood close to warm up a bit as they burned. No cabs and heaters in
those days. If your gloves got wet or your hands got cold you could
always reach ahead and grab onto the exhaust pipe for a couple seconds
and heat things up. I remember how sometimes my gloves got a little too
hot and would steam and smoke We wore all the clothes we could find and
still suffered! And to think we called that ‘the good old days’! Thanks
Gary!

Dick