Northeaster! Frasier Arctic Outflow

When I was a kid, Northeasters were exciting. If we were lucky enough to have a real rip-snorter, school closed and the kids would have a day or two to slide on the ice, sled, build snow forts, snow men, and throw snowballs.

If we were really lucky, when the thaw came, the county engineer would close most roads to heavy vehicles. No school buses! Another day off or at least a chance to walk a mile to heavy duty pavement.

Adults don’t understand the pleasure of a few days of disruption. They shake their heads. It’s cold. Brruuhhh! The wind is a danger: trees blow down, power goes out. Water pipes freeze.

But for a kid, it’s fun. Our grandson, Dario, came over to visit this afternoon, wound up like a top, excited by the Northeaster, delighted to be knocked over and blown away by the wind, and exulted to experience a day unlike any other.

This morning, I was up at five. Good thing I was. The northeast wind was howling and the windchill readout from our backyard weather station was only five degrees. I can’t count the number of mornings I have got up to the roar of the Northeaster to discover frozen pipes or and frozen pumps.

First thing, I turned on the water in the kitchen sink. All I got was a trickle. But I kept the valve open. Within ten minutes, the ice dam dissolved, and the water ran freely. Crisis averted. For a while.

I don’t know why, but one of my cherished moments was a Northeaster in the 1980s. Rebecca and I were living in a house that shared a well and pump with my cousin Steve.

I woke up around five, the usual for me, discovered that we had no water, and went out to the pumphouse: a damp, half underground chamber. Sure enough. The pump had froze up tight. I took a minute to figure out what to do.

Before half an idea hatched, my cousin Steve came down the steps and entered the pump chamber. My cousin was a big man, both in spirit and girth. He was puffing on his pipe and he brought a propane torch.

The pumphouse filled with the sweet Cherry Blend pipe tobacco smoke Steve favored as he lit his torch and began to play the blue flame over the pump. It wasn’t long before the pump started up and we could return to our respective houses and resume normal lives before our wives woke.

What am I supposed to say about that moment? Steve and I faced the Northeaster and brought our families back to their accustomed normal. Spontaneously, each driven by our responsibilities, we worked together.

Why this makes me profoundly happy, I do not know. But I shake my head and hold back tears when I think of it. Steve died a few years ago.

In my dad’s day, keeping the dairy herd supplied with water was paramount. Milk is mostly water. Dairy cows who can’t drink their fill, don’t give their full share of milk, and milk in the tank kept the farm solvent.

Dairy farmers get to know their water supply. When the Northeaster hits the water pipes, a farmer soon learns what has to be done to keep the water flowing. I well remember holding a flashlight for Dad as he warmed the pipes with a propane torch to get the water moving into the drinking cups in the milking barn before the cows noticed they were getting thirsty.

Tedious stuff, holding a flashlight. Not a bit of romance or excitement in it for me. But I’ll bet that was not what my dad thought. My dad was not one to be scared or threatened by anything, but I think those early morning struggles against the Northeaster were for him, high drama, not tedium.

Back to reality. Never mind the drama. I neglected to keep a trickle of water flowing and somewhere between ten and twelve in the morning, while the sun shined and the Northeaster blew, our water line froze solid.

I’m working on it. Our son is working on it. Dario is having fun with it.

 

6 Replies to “Northeaster! Frasier Arctic Outflow”

  1. Thank you for the history. Really enjoyed reading this. I work at the church and school on the corner of Waschke. Very interesting hearing the stories from the past.

  2. In December of 1967 (I think) my family moved to Whatcom Co from the Olympic peninsula. There was a huge northeaster that year. School was shut down for days, and farmers were dumping milk because the milk trucks couldn’t get through. My brothers and I were instantly in love with our new home! We loved all the sledding and snow activities. We imagined that we would have time like that off every winter! As an adult I’m happy that it’s not every winter, but I’m still happy to see it come when it does. And happy to see it go!

  3. That would have been the winter of 1967-68. I started college in Chicago that fall. I had flown back home for Christmas when the Northeaster started. I barely made it out of Whatcom County to get back for classes. It was an interesting trip. I should write about sometime. You might enjoy this post I wrote about a northeaster in 1966. https://vinemaple.net/studio/swamping-on-january-5-1966/

  4. Hi Marv, Years ago, we had our fill of frozen pumps on Eastern Washington farm. When we had a new well dug, they put in submersible pump (hooray!) but of course the water lines still froze. Being the smaller of our “partnership” (wife), I was not fond of the army crawl under the house to thaw pipes, but was glad to install heated pipe tape when it became available. Farming builds (er) character, doesn’t it?! Thank you for your stories!

  5. Our pipes are still frozen. My son and I decided yesterday afternoon that we will have to wait out the weather. We have a space heater in the crawl space, but it just isn’t doing the job. I’d get out a torch, but the pipes are plastic, so we decided against that. The temperature almost made it above freezing today and I expect thawing tomorrow afternoon.
    We have plenty of water in five gallon camp water jugs, so we aren’t hurting, although the dishes are building up in the sink.
    Actually, I am hurting. In the ego. I’m a veteran at frozen pipes. I know all the tricks. I should have been ready, should have keep the water running. Should have. Should have. Should have.

    Cheers. We live with what we do, not what we should have done!

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