..... that came on residential streets, much less on private driveways. In fact, I never saw a snow plow while I was growing up.
Maybe some people in rural areas had a plow they could attach to their tractors, though.
There were no school buses except for the county schools. I don't know the miles, but I walked from 10th Street to 29th Street, then 3 more blocks over. It seemed like everybody walked to school. Maybe some parents did bring them, but times were tough, there were no 2 car households, and then WWII.
Our place was heated with a free-standing flat top gas heater. That's how I burned my neck so badly. I climbed on a chair and fell on it. (Not much treatment for bad burns back then, either.)
My husband went to a one room school for 5th and 6th grade. He said he learned a lot by listening to what was being taught to the 6th graders while he was in the 5th.
My Dad talked a lot about the McGuffey Readers, and how he was taught to "cipher". He was great at math, but always called it "ciphering".
I remember the "Palmer Method" of learning to write long-hand.
As a senior, we had to write a "term paper". It tool lots of research which was noted on cards, and Ibids, etc. were used. Al in long hand, and spelling and grammar counted. The public library was a busy place!
Neighbors didn't care if we hid under their bushes or ran across their yards while playing.
Some kid was bound to have a "show" in their detached garage, and admission was charged. Lots of budding artists performed.
Back to the snow. Snow angels. Snow cream. Snow boots that rubbed the back of my legs raw. Snow pants that were hard to put on and take off. Ear muffs.
Colds. "Kleenex" was just coming in, so mostly we carried handkerchiefs.
Houses being quarantined for measles, diphtheria, etc.
When I was in grade school, one died of "lockjaw", and another of diphtheria.
I agree. There were some wonderful times in those more innocent days, but most is better today.
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During these winter days when we find ourselves somewhat confined to the inside of the house, and there is nothing interesting on TV; we have tired of sitting in one place and reading; the internet seems to have taken a pause, and we start to feel ?antsy?, isn?t it interesting how our minds will wander back over the years ?
In such a moment recently, when we had all been advised to stay off the roads as the weather forecasters had raised a severe winter storm warning predicting heavy amounts of snow, I found myself caught in that ?wandering? whirlpool.
The good old days ? I?m not so sure. Today my driveway is short with a solid surface, and is easily cleared with the snowblower. In those ?good old days?, it was probably a quarter of a mile from the road to the house and easily rutted in wet weather.
In the good old days, we had chores both before and after school. Of course, animals always came first, even before people. Feed; fresh water (after breaking the ice on the tank); cleaning the stalls and replenishing the bedding.
In those days before natural gas and electrical appliances, and thermostats, became common place in homes, chores included assuring there was firewood for the kitchen stove, and, being in a modern home, making sure the furnace, in the oversize cellar beneath the house, was properly stoked with coal and the ashes removed.
And, of course, there were school days.
Back to the days before school buses. When we walked to school, yep, ?.five miles, ?.uphill both ways. I was fortunate. We had progressed beyond the one room school house. We had four rooms. Two grades in each.
I can remember having to study from two books - Prose and Poetry. I can specifically recall John Greenleaf Whittier?s ?Snow Bound?. For those who have been denied the pleasure: http://www.darsie.net/library/whittier_snowbound.html
And then came high school. Three miles further than ?grade? school.
I?m ready to believe the ?Good Old Days? are NOW !
Well, guess that?s it for the moment, ?just lost my train of thought.