Lost in the Snow A blonde got lost in her car in a snow storm. She remembered what her dad had once told her: "If you ever get stuck in a snow storm, wait for a snow plow and follow it." Pretty soon a snow plow came by, and she started to follow it. She followed the plow for about forty five minutes. Finally the driver of the truck got out and asked her what she was doing. She explained that her dad had told her if she ever got stuck in the snow, to follow a plow. The driver nodded and said, "Well, I'm done with the Walmart parking lot, now you can follow me over to Target."
Don't know where else to put this. (I like old pictures.) Snow tunnel, Ironton, Colorado, 1888. It's kind of funny, as long as you didn't have to be there at the time.
Great photo, Nancy! Here is a team plowing snow in Chicago 1908. A team of Percherons pulling a snow sweeper, Toronto 1891.
I remember, in my high school years on our farm in northeastern Indiana, every morning at 6:15AM, putting on my snow boots, gloves, winter coat, filling two buckets with hot water and taking down to the barn area to water our hogs. I'd have to try and break up the ice in the trough outside and then pour the hot water in. Then, would either take the wheelbarrow over the to corn crib and fill with corn or mix some hog feed/corn meal with cold water and pour that into a different trough. We only had hogs, but some of my farmer friends had both hogs and beef cattle, which they had to take care of the same way. This all done before eating breakfast and before the school bus arrived.
We had to do that not long ago, @Cody Fousnaugh. While we had goats (22 years) we had to hand water twice every day. Although I had a tank heater in the watering trough, we couldn't use the hose to water the animals in the winter. Many years it had to be done on snowshoes, as the snow was too deep to walk in. Only the older sons and I had snowshoes, so we had to pack down the paths so the ladies could make it to the pens. The main reason we got rid of the goats is that I was no longer able to lift the buckets over the fence to water them in the winter, and my wife was never able to do that. We had to pack down a path to the water for the goats, too, as they didn't/couldn't walk through the deep snow either.