November 11, 1940 was more than just the 22nd anniversary of the end of World War I. As my dad remembers it, it was also a pretty snowy day in Minneapolis. As he recalls it, they went to school – Armistice Day was a holiday, but not for schools – so he and his twin brother were picked up after school before the brunt of the storm hit. He was fourteen at the time. Most of the deaths that occurred were among the people who had taken the day off to go duck hunting along the river and lakes and got caught in the storm.
By the way, it’s still cold up there.