Stories From Grandpop’s Book #39
26 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment
in Family Friday, Grandpop's Book Tags: Family History
(Another story about my great-grandmother.)
One of the few things that I can remember clearly about Wisconsin was the snows we had every winter. It began snowing early and didn’t ever seem to want to quit. Before long, the snow would stand as deep as a house. Grandmother and Grandfather Feuerstein lived on a farm where the outbuildings were scattered, and the wind would send the snow up in swirls and drop it back into huge snowbanks between those buildings. To get from building to building, tunnels would be dug beneath the snow. In places where the snow was less deep, steps would be formed to make it easier to go over things that might still be sticking up. That snow would get just as hard as rocks until the meltdown in the spring.
