I grew up in rural Minnesota and have quite a few snow-related memories. While in high school, I got a part-time job (50 cents an hour) collecting eggs on a chicken farm. One winter, we had a blizzard on April 17th and another on about the 23rd. The snow drifts were so deep, probably 20 - 30 feet tall, I had to shovel to get down into the second story window to collect eggs. I don't have photos, but the memories are etched in my brain.
Spring came late that year.
- Jim