The following was written by my dad's sister, Shirley, on January 14, 1934:
"This is such a strange winter – we had a skiff of snow Friday night, but today it is all gone and the ground quite soft though I believe not all the frost has gone out of it. It rained a bit yesterday up here and quite a little in town. People are surely sick of it, but it does help those who are too poor to have much heat, when it stays so warm. Seems colder tonight and is somewhat cloudy so it may snow.
"New Year's Eve the Harold Powells asked Henry, Myrtle [an older sister visiting for the holidays], and myself over for the evening and we had a most enjoyable time listening to their good radio and playing "Anagrams." They really are delightful people. We didn't come home till after 2 a.m. so we were somewhat sleepy at Aunt's the next day. She had the usual big dinner which everyone thoroughly enjoyed . . .
"Last Tuesday night we had a few people in for the evening: the Harold Powells, Jay Cordell and the teacher, Laura Bowdish, and Ed and Henry. Myrtle was very anxious to have "Pit" so we got a "Pit" deck and played that and "Anagrams." Had lunch about midnight and we might have tried some square dances, for we can get good music over the radio, but it was too late. We had a nice time and I think the folks did tho we did nothing so exciting."
Mike and I had hoped we could get into the farm today, but we called our neighbor who confirmed it was snowing and blowing and best not to try. It's hard for us Valley-ites to realize it's another world just a few miles away.
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