Our wilderness farm was a fabulous place to grow up. No one told us we were poor. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. We spent most of our waking hours outside when not in school, playing or doing chores. We’d go inside, reluctantly, for meals and at night, or when it was raining in summer or too cold … More What Was It Like, Grandpa?
“Hey, come with us at recess,” an older kid said one winter morning in school. “There’s a big snow drift in the valley.” Our schoolyard was bordered on one side by a deep ravine. In winter, heavy snow and strong winds formed large snowdrifts along one bank. Those 20-foot drifts of hard packed snow were … More The Snow Caves