Let It Snow

TGIF FRIENDS!

So whilst I reveal my Christmas tree
turned into a Winter tree,
I have yet another story to tell.

Before I tell it though,
I wanted to let you know that this tree
was where I once again
used paper ornament, 
along with snowflakes and my bonnets. 

Now for the story.

In the rural county where my grandparents

lived there were iron bridges that were in place

to cross the Black River as it meandered through 

the county.

These bridges consisted

of long boards on each side,

enough board for one car

 to go over at a time.

Now you had to get you car tires

exactly on these boards

to drive over, else you were in trouble.

Big trouble.

Even I had to drive over them

before they were replaced...

and they were not fun.

Today's story happened in the 1940's.

My dad was born in 1929, 

so he was almost a teen.

 Grampa H finally purchased his first car.

No more horse and buggy for him...

or sleigh in the Winter.

One Winter day he decided to take his family

out for a drive and gramma

wanted to add some grave blankets

at the cemetery for her parents.

The cemetery was past the river

in a grove of trees.

Grampa took it slow and eased up to the bridge,

making sure the tires were on the boards.

The cemetery bridge was on a hill,

so grampa had to rev the engine

 a bit to cross over.

The family spent some time at the cemetery,

and once they were ready to go,

the temperature dropped & it began to snow.

Once again grampa approached

 the bridge slowly,

however this time he was going downhill.

Now you know what they say about bridges.

For those who don't live in the Snowbelt,

bridges ice up before the road does.

This was the case this time.

Grampa was halfway on that bridge

when the car hit the ice and there they were

sideways on that bridge.

Grampa managed to get out of the car

and told gramma to stay with the kids.

My dad said that was the scariest moment

in his life before going to the Korean War

.

Grampa walked to the nearest farm

and came back with the farmer and his tractor.

They used a chain to get the car back on the boards.

Then towed it off.

If they had ended up in the river,

I would not be here today to tell this story.

Yes, this is a true story.

My family has lived a very colorful life.

Many many stories were passed on.

Dear Sandy suggested that I should write

 a book and add my pictures.

Maybe when I am retired, I may do that.

For now, I just share them with you.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

We are going to get some snow.

Glad I do not have to cross

any iron bridges anymore.

Let It Snow Blessings To All!

Janice