I was in the sixth grade in January of 1951 when the first heavy snowfall of the season blanketed the earth. It was the perfect type of snow for making snowballs and snowmen. At the afternoon recess on the day of the snowfall, some of the guys (including myself) scooped snow into piles and rolled […]
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