I have just finished reading a gripping tale. It is called “The Children’s Blizzard” by David Laskin. I had never heard of the Children’s Blizzard before, but on January 13, 1888, one of the worst blizzards hit the upper plains. Unfortunately, many circumstances worked together to make it especially deadly to children, hence the name. It struck many places as the children were at school, or walking home. It also came as a surprise, the morning started out much warmer than average, and the only warning of the impending storm was a very abrupt temperature drop of 40 degrees. This drop in temperature meant that the children were out without the proper clothing to handle the cold, although it would have been hard for them to survive even with those clothes.
This story was amazing because it went through the family histories of so many of the victims, and really explained what life was like on the plains. The author uses the blizzard to further the theme of pioneer hardship very effectively. The day-to-day trials of these people, many of them very recent immigrants, is almost unbearable even to read.
It also showed what courage individuals can have, and how amazing the human body can be. The stories of the people who survived are stunning.