A few words of wisdom from the journal of my ancestor, Arthur Curtis!
I do not think it wise to kick a pup, he might grow up to be a big dog and remember the kick.
From the journal of Arthur T. Curtis (Winter, 1940)
Photo: McCoy Family Album
There is something fascinating about a storm. Sitting at my window, warm and cozy, I view this snow storm, driven by a north wind. I watch the cars backing and bucking as they lose traction in the snow. Every little while the big snow plow barges through, otherwise the concrete highway would soon be impassible.
From the Journal of Arthur T. Curtis (Winter, 1940)
Photo Courtesy of Garrigues Family Album