This column is not intended for items of personal thanks, promotion, or editorial comments. Its purpose is to simply give recognition to local residents for their contributions to our community.
I’ve never enjoyed winter. Jackets are bulky, boots are heavy, snow melts off my kids hats, mittens, and snowpants leaving constant puddles in the entryway for months on end. Snow makes driving treacherous and the salt on the roads can rust my car.
When the winter storm hit on February 24th, it’s fair to say I was less than thrilled. I spent a fair amount of time that evening trying to keep up with the snowfall; shoveling our walkway, driveway, and sidewalk. The plows hadn’t come down Birch Ave. at all throughout the storm so I dreaded the next morning, knowing I’d find quite a mess left by the plows at the end of my driveway.
Begrudgingly, I set out the next morning with my shovel. I had gotten the first few scoops of heavy, packed plow snow out of the way when I saw an angel; an angel in Carhartt quilted coveralls.
“Thats too much work” he called to me over the glorious rumble of his snowblower. I stepped aside and watched his machine make quick work of the pile. While I may never understand why people enjoy getting out in the cold and snow, I do have a new appreciation for winter, and the warmth and kindness it brings out in this community.
Sincerely, Maggie Awe