Sod Huts in North Dakota

Speaking of snakes, …

My paternal grandfather (the man who taught me my first cuss words – never mind which ones!).   He was born in mid-winter in a sod hut on the North Dakota prairie. It was so cold the local rattlesnakes would crawl in and shelter up in the rafters holding up the sod roof.  Everyone got along fine except for the rare instance one of the snakes rolled over in its sleep and fell to the floor.

Rich Pedersen – Stuyvesant Town, New York

This post was submitted by Rich Pedersen.