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On Thursday morning, January 12th, word came that our teacher could not be at her desk until noon. Director Father went with us that day to school on that eventful day and was substitute teacher for three hours in District #33. About 2:30 PM, with but a few minutes warning, came one of the most violent mass of whirling, fast freezing, powdery snow. Sixteen scholars and teacher, assisted by neighbor Littell and the older pupils, managed to reach a fence line and battle our blinded way to the Littell farm residence. Here we unbundled to nurse our frosted spots and were sheltered for the night.
Father's first thought at home was of we three and of the other scholars that might try to reach home and at once set out for the school house, one mile distant. He reached the Littell home before we had arrived and again set foot for the school building which he never found. The Littells fired shots in the air at intervals, hoping that Father might hear and so be guided to safety should he be nearby. That night had the longest hours we ever experienced - knowing that Father snowbound could not possibly ride such storm and we in utter helplessness. Early the next morning, the storm past, we struggled our way homeward to a reunion that was worth the angels recording.
After many hours struggle - missing his way to the school - hoping, fighting to reach some shelter before his waning strength failed him, Father found a building - rested a bit - stumbled his way to a door AND MOTHER HELPED HIM IN !!!! Their night too was a long one with silent, earnest prayer for the guidance of the Almighty upon their children and for scholars and teachers everywhere.
Thirty eight years of prime living stood Father well through the ordeal, though his slight deafness soon after began to be more of a handicap. In the days that followed we learned how miraculous was our fortune when hearing of the lives lost and of many who were badly frozen. This blizzard, though of comparatively short duration, was to go down in history as the great "blizzard of 88". Fifty years later, a January 12th blizzard club was organized at Lincoln, composed of those who had gone through and were in that terrible storm. Father, a very worthy member, will be honored with an article of his own pen in a book to be published in due time. The title of the volume, "In All Its Fury".
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