Blizzard Stories

“Damn!” I was driving home from Ottawa University when the car ahead of me fishtailed, then slid off the icy road and disappeared down the shoulder towards the trees. I pulled my foot off the gas, pumped the brakes, and finally came to a stop. Jumping out of the car, I ran back through the driving snow to the skid marks, which were already starting to fill in. I slithered awkwardly down the slope and to the tree where the...

Dad was a very special person to me. Here are a couple of special stories about Dad that tell you about our relationship. The first story is one set in the deep snows of a spring blizzard. We had about 4 foot of snow on the level with more in drifts. After the snow had stopped, Dad and Granddad turned to caring for the livestock. The cattle were fine as they were in along the meadows and in reach of hay. However, the wint...

I don't deserve youYou are far too graciousTo gift me with your loveA warm embraceOn a chilly February morningWhen I least expected itThree years ago, now almost fourWe started off as friendsI arrived as frigid as a winter's dayWith a coat of painted iceIt took long to dry the coatThough I remained frozenFor quite a while afterwardsMy mind was elsewhereDreaming up tales of adventureOf having seen the unseen a world awayTh...