Glad I survived the mini-blizzard of 2012

I am frequently reminded why I love this little county so much, and this winter weather reinforced my love for Greene County.

Four-wheel drive trucks are never scarce here in good ol' Redneck, USA, and thankfully neither is a friendly neighbor -- or even stranger.

(You can't deny it. Greene Countians say things like "down yonder" and even drive tractors to school on occasion.)

My poor brother-in-law was outside in his cowboy boots twice over the week after the big snow hit, pushing my front wheel drive car out of the driveway.

My landlord's daughter, who lives about 100 feet from my back door out in the middle of nowhere, was quick to try and save the day when my car got stuck again in the snow.

She saw my frustrated post on Facebook about being stuck, threw on her snow boots and trekked it down to my house to do what she could so I could make it to work on time.

My little Nissan is a pathetic excuse for a car sometimes, but it gets awesome gas mileage.

Last week my sister and I went to take my nephew to see "mamaw and pa", as he calls them, but the snow plows had piled up snow at each end of their drive. It was impossible to get down the driveway, so we had to park on the side of the street.

A gentleman driving past saw us getting the little guy out of the car on the side of the street, and he stopped to make sure we weren't stuck.

A couple teenagers made $5 when my dad got stuck in his driveway the day after the blizzard. I'm proud to say we live in a community where, for the most part, kids can go door to door with their shovels without any worries.

When I was growing up in Linton, my sister and I would split the $5 a sidewalk as we made our rounds down Vincennes Street. I'm not sure if people were just being nice to a couple freezing kids or if they were genuinely pleased to not have to deal with the frigid weather themselves. Either way, it got us a couple new toys to keep us occupied during the winter months.

I noticed several people comparing this blizzard to the Blizzard of 1978, by saying it paled in comparison. Even going so far as saying this wasn't a real blizzard.

Well, it was the first blizzard I can remember, and I wanted to enjoy it. I was definitely able to, with the help of a 4-wheeler and a sled.

According to my dad, I endured another blizzard in Missouri when I was just a baby, but I obviously don't recall it.

So, I'm going to say I survived the Subpar Blizzard of 2012 in order to be able to use the word blizzard and keep those who endured the Blizzard of '78 happy, too.

Sabrina is a staff writer for the Greene County Daily World. She can be reached by email at swestfall@gcdailyworld.com or by telephone at 847-4487.