I mentioned in another thread a week or so ago that I was wanting to hang with a friend who lived out in a cabin in the country... well, she is a true Mainer that's lived here all her life. This woman is older than me by a few years and although not worldly as far as travels go... she has much wisdom to share.
Anyway, she use to tell me stories of when she lived in the nrothern part of Maine and what would happen when a good nor'easter would come through. She said she remembered the snowfalls being so high parents had to teach the children the importance of not touching powerlines. These were not powerlines that had fallen or sagged, these were powerlines still at the tops of the poles. THAT's how high it would pile up back in the 70s and 80s here in Maine.
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It reminded me of the scene from Little House on the Prarie where paw had to snowshoe from the second story window of the house to the loft of the barn to get the Christmas presents.
Now that's some snowfall....
