To the Editor,
Pass the drumstick … to those born too late to recall the Thanksgiving snowstorm of 1950 in which 36.3 inches fell in Steubenville and throughout the Ohio Valley. With the nasty election behind us, it’s time to focus on family, as we look forward to the tradtional turkey with stuffing, pumpkin pue and all the trimmings.
It sure is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, with snowflakes in the forecast. So many of our friends and family will be having celebrations with the angels this year. Looking through one of those snow globes, one can be transported back to the sounds of a railrod Pullman car taking passengers home for holiday reunions.
Too much of the holiday is focused on material items — the best gift is time spent with loved ones.
The two-and-one-half feet of snow that feel on the farm of my grandfather, Will Traubert, in 1950 is the stuff that legends must be made from. My dad, Billie, as he was always called by his aunts even when he was in his 80s, told of the need to milk the cows and feed the chickens on Thanksgiving in 1950.
My mother added that her family lived in the area during the great storm of 1818 when a deep snow of 2.5 feet and minus-22 degree temperatures hit in February when “such extreme conditions had not been seen sine the country was first settled in the 1700s.”
So, it’s the echo of vocies of my own Walton’s “Good night, John Boy, good night Mary Ellen.”