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04/09/2004: "Snow Country"

A year ago several inches of heavy, wet snow fell, and the canvas roofs bowed and tore under the weight. Snowfalls become markers in time past, little highlights against undifferentiated days, weeks, and months. The April snowfall we drove through on our way back from West Virginia. The heavy snows of our first winter in the Massachusetts house. My great-grandfather's experience in Kansas, when a horrible blizzard forced him to take shelter on the leeside of a horse. Sunny days are great, but they can't be bookmarks in history.