(Picture from the web of SNOW!)
We arrived in North Central Missouri in temps way below ZERO, and a bad generator on the car. We had traveled the last 50 miles on the battery alone, our generator died. (that is the car part replaced by the alternator) . The battery was working over time it was night and it was supplying power for the engine and all the lights on the car and trailer, we actually drove some distances with no lights on long empty stretches to save the battery.
(I’m having trouble finding snow pictures, this is from the Washington DC area when we were stationed there, I got a ticket for parking on the road with a thousand other cars.lol)
We parked it on the side of the road outside Kirksville, said good bye to Dad and Dick and headed to find a motel.
We found a parking spot at Downing Trailer Park, I removed the generator and had it fixed. Remember this is all in weather we knew nothing about, we did not have clothes for it, and we were cold, and keeping little jack Jr. WARM was our prime aim. It was impossible for the Ford to navigate the park in the ice and snow so after the trailer pinned me to a tree, we had to get a wrecker truck to pull the Ford and trailer into our new home spot.
Finally home. Mr. Wilson (our new neighbor) came over to offer any help I needed, of course being self-sufficient (and stubborn, and dumb) I said I have it under control, thanks. I jacked up the trailer, leveled it, then set up my 50 gallon kerosene tank which still had a few gallons in it. Grabbed hold of the brass handle and my had froze to it. I knew enough to pour water on it.
Then NOT KNOWING about brass and cold I gave the handle a turn no movement. I twisted harder and IT BROKE OFF. I done the finger in the dike thing to keep from losing the oil and turned the barrel up at an angle to stop the flow. Then to the hardware for a replacement. Replaced and ordered Kerosene. Stove now warming the trailer, some relief for Sherry and JJ.
Oh ho, I attached the hose and was wrapping the pipes with news paper (WELL THAT IS WHAT WE USED DOWN SOUTH). Good old Mr. Wilson passed by and said, ‘jack you will need a heat tape for that.’
I mumbled something like ‘I know it,’ and continued. A few minutes he came back out of his trailer, “Jack, you don’t know what a heat tape is, do you?”
Now embarrassed (as I should be) I said, “No sir, I really don’t.” This was the beginning of a great friendship.
He started my education on cold weather, but not complete. I bought the heat tape and fiberglass insulation, we had water.
I started my assignment at the Radar site and three weeks later, I get a call from a nervous Sherry, “The trailer is moving!”
Final lesson, FROSTLINE, thawing earth. The ground was thawing getting ready for the Missouri farmers to plant.
(Our second trip to Missouri was in another life when I thought I was a preacher, our family at our first church)
Okay, I learn slow, but I learn, you live differently in the northern winters than in the southern winters. LOL
Some of the hardest words for me in my life have been, “I don’t know!” or “I can’t do that!” Most folks say it is just plain stubborn, might be, no it probably is!