Oh the weather outside is frightful...
Another story from my dad Mark.
Home of the Fenlons on Mechanic Street in Copenhagen, New York, ca. 1976.
Another story from my dad Mark.
For around six to eight years Dad had me ride with him to get groceries in Watertown on Fridays after they got paid. Many winter trips were challenging. On one such evening, snow had been falling at 2-3 inches per hour and no plows were out. On the return trip we came near the Jefferson-Lewis county line.
Google maps view from 2013 of the Jefferson-Lewis county line on Route 12.
Of course we could not see the county line sign, but Dad knew where we were. Dad often drove with his window rolled down about two inches. He told me we were about to go down a hill on Route 12 where the two counties met and it was a winding decline. He told me to roll my window down about two inches, take off my hat, put my ear to the window and tell him when the car scraped against the frozen high snow bank. I did that and reported contact several times. There was no other way to tell where the side of the road was. My thought was that anyone driving in zero visibility would have their lights on, but even then we might not have seen them. Fortunately, no other cars were on the road on that cold and snowy winter night.
Mark W. Fenlon, 1950s
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