School Snow Days were so uncommon in the 1950’s, that I was in fourth grade before school was cancelled because of the weather. We had to walk through drifts in the pasture to a side road to meet the bus, and sometimes we would be an hour late to classes because of having to have a farmer pull us out of the ditch, but we always managed to have school. It was really quite an adventure to get bundled up with many layers of clothing, stocking caps, gloves, and rubber boots and trek off to the north road through more than a quarter of a mile of snow. We would lafollow the trails the cattle had made and sometimes we even stayed warm. I was the youngest, so I always followed the lead of my big sister who walked ahead of me and I followed in her footsteps. Once, I decided I knew a better way and I tried to run ahead. I ended up thigh deep in a snow drift and had to have my sister help me get back on the trail. I was dripping whenever we entered the bus, and I gladly sat on the front seat to be near the heater.