[Freedom55]

I was attending Grade 7 in Claresholm that winter. There was no break from school for me as a townie but my rancher friends had it tough. The best part, and the only bit I recall clearly, were the soldiers everywhere. And the Sikorsky Chinooks flying in and out of town to shuffle loads of alfalfa and hay bales to the stranded cattle.

That and plenty of digging. I had a shovel route (and a lawn-mower route) so I made a ton of money that storm. Put it all into an account at the local branch of the Canada Permanent Trust because they gave me a silver Centennial dollar for doing so. I tried to withdraw that money a couple of years later only to find out that that branch had been mismanaged and my money was gone! So much for the 'permanent' part.

I was in Grade 10 before I saw that cash. BTW that car is too new to be in a snowstorm in the sixties.

Free (to reminisce)