So, everything was the best kind. Sometime in February, the weather was pretty cold.

We just had a stove in the house and we used to let the fire go out when we went to bed. So this night, it was so cold, it was about twenty below zero. I said, "They tell me you should let the water run, so it won't freeze. I think we had better let the water run tonight."

So we went to bed and left the water running.

Sometime in the daylight, I woke up. The water was stopped running. I jumped out of bed and when I went to the door I struck the ice.

The outlet in the sink froze up and then it overflowed. The water ran down over the sink onto the floor, and it froze. Over by the sink there was about two inches of ice and it spread over the floor and over to the hall door.

The floor was all one glare of ice. Almost five inches thick in places!

That was Sunday morning. We had to get up to get the axe and the shovel and chop the ice off the floor and shovel it out.