The wind would blow pretty much right through the old farm house when I was a kid. We had quilts on all the beds that my great grandmother had sewn(good thing too, you could see your breath in my bedroom most of the time in the winter. Doing chores or hunting we'd wear 2-3 layers and the old molded rubber chore boots with the almost useless "fleece" lining.
Distinctly remember getting sent out to the car for the ice scraper so we could watch the Packer game on e particularly cold Sunday...and they talk about the "real" experience on TV these days.
Somewhere around 13 or 14 got a pair of Sorel pack boots, you'd have thought I won the lottery.
Couple years after I moved out, they built a new house(ok, bought a used double wide and put it on a new basement).
