John Corson's Blog

for November 11, 2021


Most of the time when I write in these pages, I give a rundown of my day, giving a brief synopsis of the weather and events I saw or took part in, or complain about the ever growing government bureaucracy and the Democrat enablers who tax the hell out of the people to grow the government even more.

My blogs are mainly about ... me and my proclivities and scruples, or lack thereof. They are grumblings and complaints about my plight in life and the  lack of direction to get through it.

In this blog, I just want to share a weird, yet exhilarating thought that came about by my rummaging through one of my weather apps on my phone. Being pre-occupied with all things weather, from climatology to meteorology, I must have at least ten weather apps on my phone; everything from WeatherBug to the Weather Channel. I also have a barometric pressure app, a dew point calculator app, several radar apps and a few other related programs. This evening, I was playing around with a nice weather app called "Weather Live." I like it because it has several widgets that can be customized to fit my needs. I won't go into all the things that it does, but I have it (and several other apps) set up with access to the readings and forecasts of many locations, most of them the places I have lived and where my children and grandchildren live. If I am wondering what Bobby is experiencing weather-wise, all I have to do is scroll through the Weather Live GUI until I get to Deltona, FL and there pops up all the readings of the hour along with a 15-day and hour by hour forecast.

Well, while waiting for The Blacklist to air on TV, I was scrolling through and came upon Mt. Auburn, Illinois. I lived there from the Fall or 1977 until July, 1980 while studying in Seminary and preaching for my first church - the Mt. Auburn Church of Christ. I had very fond memories of that place and the people who lived there. Some of that fondness, of course, was due to it being my first full-time ministry, but more importantly it was the house (a parsonage which was first built in 1899 and remodeled a couple of times since) and the weather.

After scrolling to Mt. Auburn of the app, I then flicked through the 15-day forecast and saw that (if everything holds up and no quick forming weather systems form in, say, Alberta, Canada) that the folks there will have snow on Thanksgiving! Now that really got me to reflecting.

So, I spent a few minutes, including the first quarter of The Blacklist, just reminiscing - reflecting on the three years spent there and THE SNOW! I loved that snow. The only thing about it that was a little off for me was the fact that about three out of every four snow falls were composed of "dry" snow. In other words, it wasn't wet enough to form snow balls; you know, the kind that you can pack real good and throw it someone, effectively knocking them off kilter. Nevertheless, we had lots of snow each winter.

My first winter there (1977-78) was really enjoyable as I believe there were at least six snow falls wherein a good amount of measurable snow had covered the ground. There being so many farmers around Central Illinois, the roads were kept fairly drivable and passible as the tractors and plows were out all day and into the evening.

I learned how to drive in snow while living in Mt. Auburn. Even today, forty years later, I can and do drive the speed limit on the main roads around the cities while residents from around here who have never lived up North, go about 20 to 30 MPH. I pass them by and, with the exception of those with New York, or Vermont or Michigan license plates, I just wave as I go by. Those and others from the states I just mentioned are mostly folks who are stationed here in one of the eleven military installations around Hampton Roads.

I was sitting on the couch just thinking about the times when I would be working on a term paper or a sermon and would turn to look out my office window to watch it snow. I would sit and listen to the truckers on the Interstate just four miles north of my house and farmers out plowing the snow as they talked to one another, telling how bad or fast the snow was falling.

I reflected back on the huge tunnel my wife and I built out of snow drifts up to six feet high. One we made was about twenty foot long and four high. I thought about the four or five times in the three years there that I shoveled a walk-way or path through the yard from my side porch to the church and that one of those times the snow drift was over my head, but I dug through it vociferously.

I also sat there and laughed about the time when my parents came up a few days after Christmas and stayed through to New Years Day, but couldn't leave because the snow from December 29th started to melt a little as the temps warmed up to 40 degrees on the 30th and a cold snap come on the 31st, dropping the temperatures down into the mid teens and the wind chill to 15-degrees BELOW ZERO, thus freezing the snow and packing it into ice. The next morning - January 1st, my mom and dad were set to drive back to Virginia on a two-day trek, but couldn't get out of the drive way as their station wagon's tires were frozen to the ground! There had been about three more inches of snow to fall during the night complicating things and it provided an occasion for Mom and Dad to stay a couple of days longer.

I remember navigating the snow. Sliding a little here and a little there and the whole time and the thirty snow storms and showers I experienced while living there, not once did I slide into a ditch, although once I went into a field, but didn't get stuck.

The town was actually located on a small mountain, or mound with streets going up and down - to and from the park in the center. Those streets were often used by the many town residents and their children for sledding and skating down the sloped roads and having a blast. Vickie and I went sledding a lot in those days and in that town. Never like that ever again, though.

That is why I got into a contemplative recollection mode tonight; wishing and hoping for at least one more good snow to come along here in Hampton Roads before I die. I would love to see one similar to the ones I experienced in Illinois. For this part of the country the snow wouldn't be as dry as is in Illinois, but it would still be pretty to watch, fun to play in and great to see while sitting next to a fire in the den.

Yeah, I needed that kind of therapy this evening. It's nice! Now, I think I will go out on the deck and do some more reminiscing about "the good old days."

Here's to hoping for some snow this winter!

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Blogs are about the blogger. It's as if he or she merely toots their own horns about the things they do, say and love.

My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.