Across the Fence: The Blizzard of '49

I suppose that every generation has their own historic blizzard and the stories that come from it. I remember a winter in northeast Kansas, I think it was the winter of '58-'59. The storm lasted only a couple of days but winds built drifts that reached the eaves of the barn. Dad and I dug tunnels in the drifts so we could open the barn door. During the two days of snow and wind the cattle had worn a path through the snow, from the barn to the tank, as it piled deeper and deeper. After the storm, midway between the barn and the tank, we found a pair of cows standing head to head. Unable to pass...