Winter coming on, I had HEARD it gets Cold up north, but I never knew CCCCCCOLD until 1959-60. We were stationed in Biloxi Mississippi, it was March, 80 degrees. I received orders to Kirksville, MO. We had a 1955 Ford and rigged it to tow our home, a 42x8 foot house trailer.
Inside our trailer
Jack Jr. in the ‘55 in Missouri
My dad and my BIL Dick came down to make sure I could get the trailer to Missouri. We were having a great trip. Dick and I driving the Ford; Dad, Sherry and Jack. Jr. following.
All went well until we reached Kentucky and it started to snow. Whoa, this is March, it cannot last long. Finally Dick’s common sense ruled, we had better stop. We pulled into a country store/gas station. Imma tell you I have never met a Kentuckian who was not congenial. He ran electric to the trailer, sold us supper and Sherry cooked it. We sat there two nights and a day. Until the roads were safe enough to travel.
Shucks, Missouri and more snow. North of Cape Gerardo(?), one hill too many for the Ford, seeing the crest of the hill it began to spin, sliding toward the ditch. I jumped out and grabbed a concrete block and put it under a trailer wheel, and it slowly stopped. We blocked traffic. Country folk showed up with shovels, knowing a pile of sand was there for that purpose started shoveling. THEN the ANGEL arrived in 3/4ton pickup with two big motorcycles on the back.
He pulled down facing the Ford, jumped out got a chain, (still hasn’t said a word) hit the ground with a slide he reached under the Ford and hooked the chain he then got up hooked to his bumper, yelled, “When I hit my horn, giver her the juice.”
I did and that pickup towed us up over the crest. Driver jumped out unhooked the chain threw it in the back of the truck, “Hey man you saved my life, how much do I owe you?”
“You don’t owe me nothing man, glad I could help.” Of course I never saw him again, but I have thought of him and his generosity hundreds of times.
We started up the road, “Jack, it is 13 degrees below zero, did you know that?”
Our trailer in the background in Missouri
Probably the coldest I had ever experienced was 18-20above, for a brief period in NC. below zero was for Alaska and the North Pole I thought.
We met many Missourians, city folk and farmers who were all, very nice, gracious folk.
Missouri! Some of our fondest memories and dearest friends were met there. We still stay in contact and still admire their tenacity.
All angels do not have wings.
Santa comes in all shapes and sizes… sleighs are ok, but they still like cars…