Christmas, 1969! It was around Christmas time and the winter was really bad that year. The snow had but almost snowed us in. Wood was wet from the wood pile and being dried inside the house to carry us through the snowstorm.
We had snowdrifts 5 to 6 feet deep in front of the house. Suddenly, someone knocked on our front door. I went to answer it but the door was frozen from the cold wind. When I finally got it open, an old man with a long scraggly beard stood shaken from the cold and speechless.
I screamed! Mom, Dad, there is a frozen man at our door. The poor old man stood there with his whiskers frozen into popsicles, his beard frozen with snow and only a cold stare on his face. We thawed him out, fed him and a few days later sent him home with wood to burn!