[or-roots] Winter of 49-50

[Beth Perry Johnston]

I was growing up on a farm south of Hood River and can't remember how many 
feet of snow we had, but I do remember how it drifted up against the roof 
of our barn. After the silver thaw brought a really hard crust to the snow 
we used the crust to climb up on the barn roof, then "sledded" down on our 
behinds, landing on the crust where we had enough impetus to keep going a 
ways farther. It's hard to believe now how deep that snow was and how hard 
and thick the crust was. Later, after the thaw had started, my sister lost 
one of her boots when she stepped through the crust while trying to walk 
across a lawn, and we didn't find the boot until most of the snow had melted.

Beth