Re: church broadcasts
OK. Time for my snow story.
It was a Sunday sometime in the middle 1960's. Sign on time 6am
Monday for me.
I was still living at my parents home at "Tobacco House Farm", near the very end of Spicer's Mill Road. The snow started sometime in late afternoon Sunday and started to pile up; by 7pm our drive was impassable and I knew I'd never be able to drive to work.
So, about 8pm I started walking and walked up to Route 20 hoping maybe to catch a ride in to Orange, but the snow was so deep no cars ever came along, and either plows weren't working or they were out on Route 15. So I ended up walking all the way to town and then down Montevista to the radio station and I guess it was about midnight. No sleeping bag, no nothing, so I crawled up on a desk and finally went to sleep.
Now here's the good part. Around 3am (I know because I looked at
the clock) the phone rang and woke me up Guess what the caller
wanted! "Is there going to be any school today?" I can't repeat
what I said in answer. Anyway, I dropped the phone on the floor
and tried to go back to sleep. I did get signed on at 6, but
shortly after that the power went off all over town and almost
everywhere in the area. My folks were out of power for 7 days with
their fireplace all they had for heating and cooking. If I
remember correctly I slept for several nights at a friends' home
(Hugh Darnell) on Piedmont street because it was impossible to get
Snow stories are a lot more fun now than when they happened!
On 7/30/2019 6:00 AM, Phil Audibert via Groups.Io wrote:
And now I have a snow story...