Duke Southard

Author, Educator, Lecturer

On Ice Dams and Frozen Pipes

The bitter cold currently holding so much of the country in a seeming death grip brought back memories of our dramatic move from the mild climes of New Jersey to the  harsh winters of  New Hampshire in December of 1970.

For three months, we rented an older, very large house on N. Main Street in Wolfeboro, N.H. Overnight, the first night of our living there,  the new studded nylon tires we had brought in Jersey to help our Ford Country Sedan deal with the snow developed flat spots frozen into them because the car was not garaged, making driving the car feel as if one was riding a horse at full gallop. Within a week, the pipes in the “basement” froze. Within a month, we had an ice dam on the northwest side of the house which soon had water running down the inside walls of the bathroom.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll relate these tales of woe, and others, interspersed with the usual updates of what I know and don’t know about the Stacey Burns murder case.

If you live or have ever lived in a climate with fierce cold, you might appreciate these true stories of New Jersey  neophytes adapting to being cold all the time.

Hope you have a happy new year!


3 Responses to On Ice Dams and Frozen Pipes

  • Bwolfe says:

    I grew up in NH so normal winters are OK. This is extreme!!!!
    Hoping to hear news of progress in the Stacy Burns case. Thank you for staying on it.

  • Sue Berke says:

    We grew up in Minnesota after we were married and for the whole month of January we had below zero temperatures. Schools were let out on Fridays to use less heat so we had four day weeks. It was a miserable time but we remembered we had to dress for the cold.

  • Van says:

    I lived in North Dakota until I was nine. Snow and cold started in October and lasted until the end of April. I remember as Christmas always being white. I ice skated down the middle of the street to the frozen pond two or three blocks away. If boys weren’t playing hockey and skating the entire pond, I would have a nice hour of fun! We rarely had snow days from school. Snow men were a frequent sight all winter long. In 1950 we moved to Chicago. I moved in 1978/9 to Europe to teach. That last winter in Chicago I watched the claw pick-up cars along the street and put them on the frozen beaches along Lake Michigan, itself frozen. Owners searched for their car as late as May.

    You have a happy new year also.


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