I have a very special memory of the Thanksgiving Storm of 1950….my dog, Brownie!
I grew up in Lawrence County, in Western Pennsylvania. Our area was hit with lots of snow then too. My dad had a custom-made, heavy duty tow truck, part of his garage business. He had a big snow plow attachment for it, and had the township’s contract for snow removal from the township’s roads.
A lady from our village went into labor during the worst of the storm, so Dad plowed the road to New Castle, 15 miles away, with the expectant parents driving their car behind him to get the woman to the hospital.
Afterwards he went to a store in the city and bought a lot of bread and milk to bring back home to the little store in the village.
Later on, as Dad was out in the country plowing the township roads, a family waved him in to their house, and gave him some coffee to help him stay warm. They happened to have a litter of puppies in their cellar. They insisted he take a puppy home for me, his only child at the time. He loved dogs, so probably didn’t need much persuading.
I had just turned 2 the week before, but I do remember looking down into a tall, narrow cardboard box and seeing a puppy at the bottom. I had Brownie for 11 years. He was my best pal.
I have a very special memory of the Thanksgiving Storm of 1950….my dog, Brownie!
I grew up in Lawrence County, in Western Pennsylvania. Our area was hit with lots of snow then too. My dad had a custom-made, heavy duty tow truck, part of his garage business. He had a big snow plow attachment for it, and had the township’s contract for snow removal from the township’s roads.
A lady from our village went into labor during the worst of the storm, so Dad plowed the road to New Castle, 15 miles away, with the expectant parents driving their car behind him to get the woman to the hospital.
Afterwards he went to a store in the city and bought a lot of bread and milk to bring back home to the little store in the village.
Later on, as Dad was out in the country plowing the township roads, a family waved him in to their house, and gave him some coffee to help him stay warm. They happened to have a litter of puppies in their cellar. They insisted he take a puppy home for me, his only child at the time. He loved dogs, so probably didn’t need much persuading.
I had just turned 2 the week before, but I do remember looking down into a tall, narrow cardboard box and seeing a puppy at the bottom. I had Brownie for 11 years. He was my best pal.