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Haven't written a story lately. The past has a little to show us.
It is Sunday, March 30th and Harold is standing in the backyard of his house he built a few years past at the edge of Reno, just off the dirt road, California Ave. He looks west to the Truckee Canyon to see nothing but more dark clouds. The wind has come up again, harder. The new trees are straining against the stakes. This a bad storm. It is about to blizzard in town. On the radio is the news trains can’t travel over Donner Summit because of the five feet of snow fallen since Saturday. This is a storm that is going in the record books and does.
His wife was away in California being treated for an illness. His fourteen-year-old son, Jim, and several additional neighborhood teenage boys left to backpack to Hunter Lake to fish under clear skies last week. No word from any of the parents if they have returned. Another event makes him worry while he stares at the black rotary phone and smokes his pipe, Labrador puppy, Meg, at his feet. Gaylene, their oldest child, but still young, married to an Army 2nd lieutenant, is in labor.
Granddad said he just stared at the phone all night waiting for a call, any call. I was born early Monday morning, on the second floor of St. Mary’s Hospital before there was a third floor. Jim, Roy, and the other boys waited out the storm in WWII surplus tents for a few days and then hiked home, not thinking a thing about being stranded with feet of snow falling. Years later at Thanksgiving dinners, they always added they were more upset because they didn’t catch a single fish.
The way this family story was told, that there was nothing to worry about, all worked out, but even as a child, I knew that might have been the longest night of my grandfather’s post-war life. The 50s were a different time, even in Reno, with extremely independent kids, and party phone lines, FA2-5225, but still nerve-racking for a father.
The point? Storms happen this time of year, big storms. Sky Tavern got a late start this season, yet we have had some truly great weekends. This weekend and maybe the next, we could see winter in spring. Bring a Friend Day might be a powder day. This week’s spring break days may have wind holds. This is all a part of winter sports. Why you bought all that warm winter gear at Ski Swap back in November. In July, at 106 degrees you will miss having to wear mittens!
See you soon.
Bill.
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