A Cure For The Blizzard Blues

The following post was wrote by one of my great, great aunts, Ethel Sams.

A Cure For The Blizzard Blues by Ethel Sams

b. September 17, 1899 – d. December 22, 1993

When it starts snowing and the wind starts blowing and the drifts pile up at the door.

It don’t worry me too much I don’t set around and stew.

I just pick up my quilt patches and needle and I begin to sew.

And in a week or two or more I have a new cover and a pillow top or two.

Well the snow is still on so I look around for something else to do.

My grandson wants some more buildings for his railroad track.

So I start on some carpenter work.

That kept me busy for one or two weeks more, by that time my fingers were getting sore.

But the snow is still piled up six feet and maybe more.

So I get out the old doll heads that needed bodies for quite some time.

So I get out some material and sawdust that really worked just fine,

Well then they all needed clothing and that took a couple weeks more.

But the snow is still on the ground and will be for some time,

So I had a Brown Bisque Indian doll so old she needed repairs.

She had a leg and hand missing and they had gone for years,

I had visited all the Doll Hospitals, but they all had the same sad news,

We don’t have anything like that. So, you see, if she was ever to stand again it was solely up to me.

So I took a piece of wood and pocket knife and started in on my little amputee.

Now she can stand on her own two feet and hold up her hand to say, “How”

She was in an awful shape, but you would never know it now.

But the snow is still on and snowing some more.

Well that is going to keep me in again, I can’t get out the door.

So I look around and there is the little old trunk looking awfully sad and dirty,

But it has been around many a year, since the year”1830″

So I get the hammer and some nails and some paper and the shears.

Well now that is all restored it looks good for another hundred years.

What is Cabin Fever?

I have never had that disease.

When that bug sticks his head in the door I grab my paints and paper and a picture I start to paint.

Well the first thing I know winter is over and the snow has ceased to fall,

I haven’t had houseitis and I haven’t climbed the wall,

I finished the picture in just a few days and I thought that would be all,

When in came my daughter-in-law with a handleless cup, sugar bowl lid, and some other broken dishes.

A rooster without any tail,

And a doll without any breeches.

Now if you can’t do any of these things, surely you can do something else.

Those diseases like Cabin Fever and climbing up the wall just hit people that don’t want to do nothing at all.

Now if you will just set down and go to work.

And quit wearing out your shoes.

And do all that I have told you.

Now that is My Cure For The Blizzard Blues.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this little story. When my grandmother gave me my great, great aunts story I loved it so much I wanted to share it with you!

Blessings, Kasey