[Does it sound like the climate is changing? A 27 foot high snowdrift extending across Morewood Road!]
The Saturday afternoon following the peak of the storm, the sun finally
came out and with it dozens of boys and girls to slide down the drifts on sleds, toboggans and other make-shift sliding vehicles, while many built snow houses and forts. Then one brilliant mind from our High School group came up with the novel idea of tunneling into the side of the tallest and deepest drift to hollow out a house. Our architect-engineer judged it could be accomplished in a few hours, completely forgetting tons of snow had to be removed before we could claim any space. After digging for an hour or two with shovels it was decided we lacked manpower and equipment to do a rush job, for at the rate we were preceding the sun would melt the snow before we could complete the contract.
As a result of the conference, plans were made to bring in hand sleighs with boxes and bushel baskets strapped on them. The following morning which was Sunday, we had hoped a full day of digging and carting would do the job, only to find by night time we had mad another error. Our trouble was that the more we dug and carted the more expansive our plans developed. Thus night after night on school days we dug by the light of several lanterns. It was the second Saturday afternoon before we completed our palace of seven rooms. They consisted of a large living room, kitchen and five bedrooms; two for King and Queen, and three for the servants. For no particular reason the kitchen became the largest and was deep enough for one of the boys to stand erect. We did not have the luxury of a single open fire place, and fire was forbidden in the kitchen. Actually, we did not need it for all food was prepared before bringing it in. Another error was made as we had no place to store sleighs and tools when not in use until we dug out an eighth room.