Dear WO'N: I can remember big snowstorms in early twenties, when for several days my father
made house visits on snowshoes. Instead of plowing, pungs, wagons on side ski llike runners,
carrying heavy ballast, would be pulled along main streets packing snow down so that then
sleighs' funners would not dig in too deep. I remember my father taking me is a horse drawn
sleigh to house visits up to five miles away. And in the evenings, gangs of us kids were taken
on sleighrides, in wagons with clean straw as insulation. If you were lucky, you might get an
invitation to warm your hands in the most amazing place, while smooching.