Thursday, March 21, 2024

Storm provides a step back in time ~ March 28, 1991


David Heiller

The ice storm of 1991 could just as well have been the ice storm of 1891 for a lot of people including our family.
It happened last Friday night and Saturday morning, March 22-23. First rain fell, then sleet, then snow. They combined to break trees and power lines with a thick mass of icy gunk. Α lot of people were not only stranded, but they were stranded without electricity and telephones for quite a spell.
Usually power outages last only an hour or two, which is a fine commentary on our electric utilities, both the co-ops and Minnesota Power. But this storm left both the telephone and electricity out at our house for 14-plus hours, from 11 p.m. to 2 p.m. the next afternoon.
In an ice cave
Us “young” people (say age 50 or less) don’t realize how much our lives revolve around electricity until it is suddenly not there. Sud­denly there is no light, no radio (and of course no batteries for the AC-DC radio), no refrigeration, and worst of all for a Saturday morning, no television.
I’d like to brag and say somewhat haughtily, “Our kids don’t watch television on Saturday morning. They read ‘Cinderella’ and play Yahtze and put together jigsaw puzzles.” Actually, they do all those things, but not on Saturday morning. Not when they can watch Dink the Dinosaur, Gummee Bears, Bugs Bunny, and (the Mighty Mouse of the 1990s) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
So in our house last Saturday, we took a step back in time. We tuned in a scratchy radio station on the transistor radio that is otherwise, used exclusively for Minnesota Twins broadcasts. We read books. Because we had no phone, Noah, Mollie and I hiked down the line to our three closest neighbors, to see how they were faring. A tree had blown across the road, and icy needles stung our face from the strong northeast wind. Mother Nature had flexed her muscles.
Snowman work.
We put the milk and ice cream in a cooler packed with snow on the porch. The house stayed warm, thanks to the trusty woodstove. It also worked for frying us a lunch of eggs and toast, and melted down a pan of snow into water; since the pump wasn’t working, we were in danger of running out of water.
As the morning warmed and the sleet ended, we found that the snow was perfect for making snowmen. So we made not one, not two, but SEVEN snow men, snow women, and snow children. (As the day progressed, I became a Michelangelo of snow people, and the one of Cindy was anatomically correct, at least partially.)
Two neighbor kids came over and pitched then we had hot chocolate and cookies.
When the power finally came back on, we were doing quite nicely without it, thank you. No, we didn’t go shut off the main switch and remain in our 1891 wrinkle in time. The lights, and fridge and pump and television were a welcome return. But it was interesting and even fun to do without them for a night and half a day.
And through it all our old mantle clock kept us company. It used to belong to Cindy’s great grandparents. The date “1899” is written on its back. It chimes every hour, and once on the half hour, and still keeps perfect time if we remember to wind it once a week.
During the Friday night darkness, Mollie woke up crying. Her leg hurt, and the icy fingers of the maple tree were scratching to get into her bedroom so much that even I got the shivers. So I brought her down to the living room couch. While I tucked her in, that old clock chimed times with its lovely sound, soft and reassuring.
In the darkness next to my daughter, I wondered how many ice storms that strong old clock had been through. Α lot, I thought. It didn’t worry about no electricity, and neither did the people who heard it chime, because they had no electricity. In so many ways, they were more self-reliant than we are today. This storm wouldn’t mean a thing to them.
Times sure change. I’m grateful for electricity, but after last weekend, I’m glad we had a chance to step briefly back in time.

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