Years later, in adult life and having to make a living, things are different when it comes to snowy weather. The job had to be done (no fun and games now) and so there we were traveling on one of the very rural ridge roads in Delaware County. There was snow piled high from the overtime night crews, and the wind had picked up to spread high drifts across in front of us.
“I never get stuck” was my husband’s emphatic boost as he maneuvered our little van through what appeared to be a pass-through drift. Not so. Oops, we were sucked into the wintry mass and it was piled high above my door. We stopped — marooned — and the doors were stuck shut too.
My side of the van was buried, but fortunately the driver’s side window was exposed so we could wiggle through it as we climbed out, sinking waist-high in snow — and this we did.
There weren’t any homes close by. It was a very deserted, unpaved road except for a barn roof and silo that appeared in the distance. We hiked and were happy to find the farmer in his barn with a tractor close by. He acknowledged our plight and was happy to come to our rescue. Yes, a “friend in need is certainly a friend indeed” as the old saying goes.
Why do I remember all this so clearly? Have you ever sat on a frigid metal bucket loader as the tractor scooted down the bumpy rutted road, with freezing wind whipping your face and your precious derrière never to be the same? Yes, you would remember, and I still do — close to 40 years ago.
As said: “Time and unforeseen occurrence befall us all” (Ecclesiastes 9:11, to be exact, and in this case, hopefully, never to be repeated.)
Elaine W. Kniskern is a 81-year-old resident of Schenevus and a grandmother of five. She can reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. ‘Senior Scene’ columns can be found at www. thedailystar.com/seniorscene.