You gotta love capricious weather if you want to live in Sinclairville, NY! Two days ago, everything was green. Then it started. So far, we've gotten between 18" and two feet of snow, and it just keeps coming. Some friends came down from Rochester today for the funeral of the woman who was my first secretary; Blue skies through Buffalo, the Thruway was clear and dry. Then they got to Cassadaga and ran into a full-fledged blizzard. Tommy Rossow plows for Park church. He did the parking lot before 8:00 this morning, and by 10:30, you couldn't tell he had done a thing. He came back for round two, and will need to come back again in the morning. It will be a long night for him. We even had Reed Timmer, the Storm Chaser in our backyard, filming our creek as he made his way through the area reporting on the storm for national television.
Linda and I rang the bell for the Salvation Army this evening, one of our favorite pre-Christmas pastimes. We followed our kids and grandkids who make a party out of it. Little Sinclairville is the top site in the county. I think it is because so many of the folks here live on the edge that they are so generous. They know what it's like to be in need, and give, often every time they visit the Superette. People stop and chat, often at length. Last year, a fellow I'd never met talked for 45 minutes after dropping his money into the pot.
I told Linda this afternoon that it would be either a sparse afternoon due to people not wanting to be out, or a very good afternoon because people weren't willing to travel any distance for what they needed. It was a very good afternoon. Sinclairville folks are tough.
I am thankful for being able to celebrate the life of a woman who made me look good for twenty years, for the beauty of the falling snow, for the faithful efforts of those who work so hard to keep the roads clear, for the joy of ringing the bell for the Salvation Army, and now for a warm fire. It's been a good day.