An older fellow I work with grew up in Montana in the 30’s and 40’s, and has written many stories about it.
One good one is how in the winter every farm house had ropes strung from the back door to the out buildings. That was because the snow was so deep or falling so intensely people could become disoriented.
He says he would never go back to live there.
I was born is Saskatchewan Kanada. Atlantic winters there make the New England winters look like Florida. If La. secedes or even Texas, I would move there. I don’t even know why we have to ask p-resident Jarjar for permission when half the voting population did not even vote for him.
“An older fellow I work with grew up in Montana in the 30s and 40s, and has written many stories about it.”
My father lived in Missoula in the thirties and when he was 16, with the help of his family and a family friend, lied about his age and joined the Navy. The family couldn’t afford all the kids, but they did the best they could. Of course, the rest of the boys were in the service soon...but he grew up hunting and fishing for food and poor as hell in Missoula. Stayed in the Navy for 27 years, retired a Master Chief when JFK sent the “advisers” to Viet Nam. Never went back to Montana. Used to laugh that he never saw the ocean until he arrived in Port in San Diego and then was never more than a mile or so from it the rest of his life.