Dear Editor:
I was told that the local radio announcer heard from a local “oldtimer” that he had never seen a snowfall in Osoyoos like the one we just had last week.
Having lived here for nearly 70 years, I would like to relate about the one snowfall my family will never forget. It was Christmas Eve in 1971 and snowing heavily with a strong wind. Regardless. I made it to work at the Canadian Customs for graveyard shifts, starting at midnight. At 8 a.m., my shift was over. My husband, Glenn, phoned me at work and said, “Get a ride and I’ll meet you at the highway.’
Imagine my surprise to see Glenn and Comanche – our mare in foal – waiting for me to make the half-mile trek. I road bareback, while Comanche broke trail with snow to her withers, Glenn following behind. Our two teenage daughters were waiting at the top of the long uphill driveway, laughing hysterically. We were housebound for three days until the plows could reach us and dig us out. Now that was a snowfall to remember.
Iris Tweedy,
Osoyoos, B.C.
