Life in the Midwest is not for sissies.
Yesterday, as you well know, Chicago was buried in over 20 inches of snow, ice, wind, thunder, lightning, and wind chills of 20 to 30 degrees below zero. But the city also experienced a rare event. Closure of the schools. The last time schools were closed due to snow there was 12 years ago.
Here in Seattle, we close the schools for any light dusting of the white stuff.
All of the Midwest is dealing with the worst blizzard conditions in years. They’re too tough to ask for outside help and they’re used to dealing with it. Along with potty training, even the urchins are taught to deal with snowdrifts taller than they are.
When I heard that the Chicago schools had closed yesterday and today, I didn’t need to see any other reports to know what a hellava storm they were having.
When I was growing up in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, I can’t remember a single day St. Patrick’s School was ever closed due to heavy snowfall. If you didn’t plow your way through the snowdrifts following a blizzard and make it to the school cloakroom in time for school, the Sisters would call you a “Pansy”. This fate sometimes befell new kids, but they never repeated the crime a second time.
Judging from this video, the Midwestern kids still know how to cope with hazardous arctic winters. This little Chicagoan exemplifies their typical pluck, fortitude, and can-do attitude.
The photo on the left is of my hardy 83-year-old brother-in-law Bob Ford out shoveling snow.
I also opened another message from my niece Denise Fortune in Wisconsin. She wrote:
“(My son) Tommy went to bed last night knowing that he had no school today due to blizzard conditions. Snow days always have us dreaming of that day off in front of the fireplace watching movies that we’ve been putting off for days like today, or catching up on a good book while buried in lots of warm blankets and eating hot soup and a warm cup of tea.
I suppose though, deep down, he knew that those dreams are never meant to be until the “job” is done out in the driveway.
I’ve attached a picture of Tom this morning dealing with the unfortunate placement of a snow drift on our front walk. He was literally up to his hips in snow. The drift in front of the garage door was even higher when he opened it up this morning.
I can see why they used to tie a rope to the outhouse and barns back in the day…..
Obviously, when it comes to snowstorms, the capable Tommy can not only walk the walk, he can shovel it as well.
Here’s a little slide show of more of the Midwestern snowflakes this week.
Hang in there, everybody. Hopefully, when the snow melts, the crocuses will make their grand entrance.