The winter of 1948-49 was particularly snowy in the upper Midwest. With a lengthy driveway that wound through the grove of trees of the farmstead it became impossible to get our car to the house. Consequently, it was parked by the highway, which as U.S. Highway 81, was always kept open. Walking the mile to school we were able to step over the telephone wires on the huge drifts of snow. The National Guard was utilized to plow out the township roads.
Somehow this winter situation came up in conversation with Frode. By then he was out of the Air Corps and back in his hometown of Westhope, ND. Westhope is on U.S. Highway 83, about four miles from the Canadian border, Manitoba being the closest province. Frode was giving flying lessons out of the local airport.
One day the local Westhope postmaster approached Frode relating the difficulty of delivering mail becasue the local roads were blocked with snow. Frode had his Piper Cub equipped with skis. So he took the postmaster up in his plane. Flying over the isolated farms the postmaster would drop the securely packaged mail to the families below. How many knew that Frode once flew airmail? 😀
Takk for alt,
Al
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