Surviving without snow days

Snow days; there wasn’t such a term in 1945. We at Hopewell-Loudon were out of school for six weeks. The townships and county didn’t have the equipment to plow out the roads as they do today. We wondered how we were going to graduate on time, but we did. I don’t remember how we did it, but we didn’t have to go to school extra days to make it up.

What did I do with my time? It was my job each week to type V-mail to my brothers overseas during World War II, with a rented typewriter from Good’s Office Supply, from notes my mother had written down. There were cows I had to help milk by hand twice a day, and paths to shovel. Drifts were as high as the fence posts, fun to walk on, and card games to play. What news we got was on the radio. We did have telephone, but I didn’t use it. I wasn’t bored. I felt secure. I had my mom and dad, older brothers, coal in the furnace, mom’s fruits and vegetables canned in the cellar and hams hanging in the smokehouse. We were family together. We survived.

Ruth Hoepf, Tiffin