Nowadays most of us girls wouldn't dream of venturing out with a few feet of snow on the road. Back in the 70s when my dad drove truck, my mom was home with us and if she needed groceries, she went to town. We had a big blue Buick Electra, and dad put chains on the tires in Winter. We lived on top of a hill on Arch Street Extension in Brockway. I can remember the snow being so high that there were just wheel wells in the road. We would get in the big Buick and mom would drive us to town. We had some pretty scary trips, but always made it--thanks to God, mom's nerves of steel, and a little hollering.