@matigo Back in the late 1960s, the local Catholic priest, an Irish immigrant, congratulated himself on having driven through a few snow flurries to get to a hall in a sawmilling town that was used for church services.
And then. lurching out of the gloom appeared an apoarition. It was Mrs Rankin, driving the family "car" (really a truck with a van body on it) with seven of her nine kids on board and at least a foot of snow on the roof. She'd driven over unsealed roads for the better part of an hour to get there.
The Rankins worked a farm in a very isolated area.
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