Some snow helps, a foot or so, and the next morning it was fun to bundle up and go to school.
I, who lived only a mile from the schoolhouse, would get a lunch in a paper bag on blizzard days, sparing me the struggle home and back during noon hour. From our front window, on the wind'ard side so snow was blown away, we could watch for the Jameson boys to go by with their horse and sleigh. Once they passed, they'd leave a track in the snow and it was easier for us to walk. They lived three miles out and came to town to school, stabling their horse in the village with Mr. Pritham, where all the rural children left their horses. The Jameson boys were always early to school, as they had to unharness the horse and put down his hay before school.