Saturday Snapshot—when a shovel wasn’t enough to clear the snow

January 21, 2012 at 8:32 pm 15 comments

I grew up on a farm in southwestern Ontario. In winter we had plenty of snow. Banks of it in our yard, in the lane and along the road– and a long laneway to the road. Here’s my father blowing snow using the tractor and snow blower. There was no warm cab to sit in.

At Home With Books, a snapshot taken by you or a family member. Go on over to see more pictures in other places.


Entry filed under: seasons, Uncategorized, winter. Tags: , .

Saturday Snapshots–Blooming Flowers The Thing about Networking

15 Comments Add your own

  • 1. trish  |  January 21, 2012 at 9:37 pm

    What a great picture! I spent a good part of my childhood in Ottawa and I seem to remember winters being a lot colder than now.

  • 2. storygal  |  January 21, 2012 at 9:45 pm

    We still get some cold days, Trish, but not as much snow as I remember. Unless you were to go further north. Thanks for stopping by.

  • 3. Alyce  |  January 21, 2012 at 9:58 pm

    That would sure be a brisk way to face the day!

    • 4. storygal  |  January 21, 2012 at 10:09 pm

      That it is! But it was quite common since there were no caps for the tractors like there are now. Dad dressed really warm.

  • 5. Kay  |  January 21, 2012 at 11:50 pm

    See, I have a hard time even imagining that kind of cold. We just don’t get it in our area. I think it looks even colder in black and white. LOL

    • 6. storygal  |  January 22, 2012 at 12:38 pm

      People farther north than we are experience even deeper cold, but I didn’t know it then and we dressed for the weather in snowsuits, lined jeans, layers, and warm hats, scarves and mittens.

  • 7. Mary  |  January 22, 2012 at 12:44 am

    Ooh, I’ll bet he was cold!

    • 8. storygal  |  January 22, 2012 at 12:39 pm

      As I mentioned to Kay, we thought too it was cold. When he was done blowing out the lane, he came into the house for a hot drink and to warm up.

  • 9. gautami tripathy  |  January 22, 2012 at 12:59 pm

    Brrr, cold!

    Here is my Saturday

  • 10. Marie  |  January 22, 2012 at 6:52 pm

    Nice photo! Our tractor/snowblower doesn’t have a warm cab either, but it’s still better than shoveling. 😉

  • 11. Louise  |  January 22, 2012 at 10:13 pm

    That looks so cold. He must have dreaded that job.

    • 12. storygal  |  January 23, 2012 at 12:37 am

      The lane would have been too much to shovel, unlike a short driveway in town.
      I don’t remember Dad ever complaining about the task, but then he liked hockey and skating, including in the outdoors. Bitter days were worse, I’m sure.

      Thanks for stopping by, Marie.

  • 13. storygal  |  January 23, 2012 at 12:38 am

    And thanks for your comment too, Louise. I just realize I missed your name in there.

  • 14. Lisa@ButteryBooks  |  February 13, 2012 at 3:35 am

    Great old photo..but it made me shiver just looking at it.

    • 15. storygal  |  February 16, 2012 at 12:20 pm

      Thanks for stopping by, Lisa. It would have been cold. No wonder you’re shivering.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed

Twitter Updates

Top Canadian Blogs - Top Blogs

Book title

Harry’s Trees

debi riley

The Creative Zone for Making Art

Shot By Sarah


Janice L. Dick

Tansy & Thistle Press: faith, fiction, forum

LEANNE COLE - The Photographer's Mentor

Fine Art Photographer ~ Daring to be Different

SIMPLY LIFE with Kathleen Gibson

Just another weblog

I Like It!

Just another weblog

Whatever He Says

Just another weblog

Baden Storytellers' Guild

Continuing the Tradition of Oral Storytelling


thoughts on faith and fiction


Garden adventures and advice...

Promises of Home

Stories of British Home Children, written, compiled and edited by Rose McCormick Brandon

%d bloggers like this: