February 3, 1963
Sun then cloudy and cold. 5 above, high wind. We didn’t go to church because of icy roads. They weren’t sanded until 4 p.m. Then we went over to Earl and Lillians for a while. Gerald left about 3 p.m. Dougie called from Great Lakes 3:30 p.m. Could hear him real good.
Comment: Because of the steep hills, when the roads were icy, we were at the mercy of the town's sand trucks. This was two men in the back of a town snow plow using shovels to spread the sand in wide arcs across the road.
It really was quite graceful as they would each alternate spreading a single shovel-full from one side then the other as the truck moved slowly over the road.
Here is my Dad when he was the Gilboa Town Superintendent beside one of the snow plows that were used. It was either an Oshkosh or FWD, (four wheel drive). They often had to use tire chains also to maneuver the icy, snowy roads. The man with Dad was the pastor of the Flat Creek Baptist Church, Reverend Shaline. He baptized my sister Marilyn by full immersion when she was 11 years old in 1947, which, just might be the year this picture was taken.
When Dad ran for his second term for the job, the town clerk, Alice ? dropped her pencil when she learned the vote was a tie. The decision was made that each candidate would serve for half the term and the candidate going first would be decided by a coin toss. Dad lost the toss and rather than serving half a term, conceded the job to his opponent. After the loss, we moved back to Hubbard Hill, probably in 1948.
Here is my Dad when he was the Gilboa Town Superintendent beside one of the snow plows that were used. It was either an Oshkosh or FWD, (four wheel drive). They often had to use tire chains also to maneuver the icy, snowy roads. The man with Dad was the pastor of the Flat Creek Baptist Church, Reverend Shaline. He baptized my sister Marilyn by full immersion when she was 11 years old in 1947, which, just might be the year this picture was taken.
When Dad ran for his second term for the job, the town clerk, Alice ? dropped her pencil when she learned the vote was a tie. The decision was made that each candidate would serve for half the term and the candidate going first would be decided by a coin toss. Dad lost the toss and rather than serving half a term, conceded the job to his opponent. After the loss, we moved back to Hubbard Hill, probably in 1948.
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