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Snowstorm on Highway 13

Story ID:5865
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Story
Location:Hemet CA USA
Year:1935
Person:Snowbound Chelsea Kansas Kid
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Snowstorm on Highway 13

Yesterday when --- Chad
We had gone to El Dorado one Saturday morning when I was about 12 yrs old and my brother Leslie and Mother and Dad had borrowed the hired hands Model A and proceeded down Highway 13 to town.

About four in the afternoon we started home and the weather had changed. When we got to the city limits on the way home about 12 miles away it started snowing and it was snowing hard.

When we were about 5 miles from home Mom who was driving got stuck and we had no where to go. Dad said he would start home, get the mules, and pull the car out of the snowdrift.

He had on his dress shoes. He started walking home in the driving wind and snow and Mom, Leslie, and I started singing to pass the time because of no radio. We were in the car for about two hours, we heard a knock on the door, and when we opened it, there was Charlie Nuttle and his horse.

He got into the car and I remember he had on a big heavy sheepskin coat and he was warm and felt good sitting next to me.

He left to check up on his cattle and the car got colder. Naturally, there was no heater in the car and only our being close together kept us warm.

It got colder and colder and mother kept making up games and things to keep us from worrying about our problem.

I didn't know how close we were to freezing. My dad finally made it home at 10 O'clock and woke the hired hand. He harnessed the mules, and loaded lots of hay and blankets into the wagon and started back to the car.

There were two other cars behind us with eight more people, Dad put them into the wagon and took us all home.

Dad said that his feet were so cold from, almost being barefoot in the snow, because he had no overshoes, and the snow was about 12 inches deep that he felt he couldn't step up the steps into the kitchen.

We got into bed about Midnight what a day but we were alive.


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