After world war II many returning service men found themselves without a job. My dad was one of them. This is the story of how the circumstance of unemployment led my family to find themselves snowed in under 18 feet of snow in the Cascades of Eastern Oregon during the winter of 1949-1950. This true story follows the incredible events that took place as we struggled to survive starvation. It tells of the courage of a father determined to keep his family alive, his dangerous journey and the miraculous intervention of God in ways unexplained by man or science.
I lived this story. I remember it so clearly because I’ve heard it told and retold by my dad all my life as he shared it with others. The memories have been kept alive by telling and re-telling the story. At the time, I was just a 9-year-old kid, born and raised Redondo Beach, Ca. I’m a preacher’s kid who married a Sailor…talk about culture shock! I began a career as a Drug and Alcohol counselor in 1992 and spent 30 years in that field. I’ve listened to stories of despair and trauma told by my patients and I’ve heard a lot from damaged, hurting people that I wish I didn’t know, and this much I’ve learned for sure: We need God in our lives.