This picture could have been a March picture! I remember that winter. I was 10 years old, living through my first winter in Canada, and we had the infamous winter of 1947. We had to use the horse-drawn bobsled from US Thanksgiving in November through until Easter because the roads were clogged with snow. I remember the humongous drifts between the house and the barn. It was quite an adventure to go over the mountains of snow to do the milking in the barn.
And we had an outhouse at that time! Don't remember how we handled that, since we would have had to go across the yard to get to it.
It was an adventure for us transplanted Virginians. In the spring, local people were surprised that we weren't heading back south!
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This picture could have been a March picture! I remember that winter. I was 10 years old, living through my first winter in Canada, and we had the infamous winter of 1947. We had to use the horse-drawn bobsled from US Thanksgiving in November through until Easter because the roads were clogged with snow. I remember the humongous drifts between the house and the barn. It was quite an adventure to go over the mountains of snow to do the milking in the barn. And we had an outhouse at that time! Don't remember how we handled that, since we would have had to go across the yard to get to it. It was an adventure for us transplanted Virginians. In the spring, local people were surprised that we weren't heading back south!