In October of 1948, when I was twelve, we had a whopper of a storm. I don't recall how tall I was but the snow was over my waist. I had to walk nearly a mile to carry in buckets of coal for my aged Grandmother, half a mile uptown to sweep floors and fill a stoker, then over half a mile to fill the stoker at home. My Mother had gone to Denver on the train to watch Utah State Aggies play Denver University (they dropped football later). She could not get home for days because the train couldn't make the trip through the mountains. I also remember a time in February ('90s?) when it snowed about eleven inches every other day for over a week.
In October of 1948, when I was twelve, we had a whopper of a storm. I don't recall how tall I was but the snow was over my waist. I had to walk nearly a mile to carry in buckets of coal for my aged Grandmother, half a mile uptown to sweep floors and fill a stoker, then over half a mile to fill the stoker at home. My Mother had gone to Denver on the train to watch Utah State Aggies play Denver University (they dropped football later). She could not get home for days because the train couldn't make the trip through the mountains. I also remember a time in February ('90s?) when it snowed about eleven inches every other day for over a week.