When I was a child growing up in Iowa, my parents would tell me about winters when they were kids, and on through the 1930's, when they were newlyweds. The drifts were so high, for instance, they could walk over fences and not know there were fences there .
Mother told about her parents hooking up horses to the sled to go to Church in wintertime, and her parents had heated bricks to put next to the kids' feet, so they'd stay warm.
OK, let me tell you about winters when I was a kid.
In Iowa, when I went to a one-room schoolhouse, I recall Mama walking to school with me because the car wouldn't start, and it was so cold she was afraid I'd freeze to death if I had to walk to school on my own.
When there'd been a heavy snow, all us students attending Skinner School in Taylor Country would take our sleds to school, and we spent our recess time sliding down wonderful hills. Sometimes we made trains, one kid hooking his feet in the sled behind him, and all of us would head down the hill together.
I remember the winter I prayed for snow... the first time I ever recall praying for something specific and selfish.... and it really snowed the next day! (Hey, it works, I thought to myself; I only wish it had worked so well when Daddy was suffering from lung cancer.)
After we had moved to Kansas City, I recall snowstorms so powerful that school was canceled for days at a time.
There was the year we went 100 miles north to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving, and we ended up traveling back to Kansas City at a snail's pace, barely able to see the road for the snow coming down.
Oh yeah, when I was a kid, we had some real winters.