A January thaw is what all of us look forward to right now, a breath of warmth that reopens our hope that someday soon April will return. Two cold-of-winter days, maybe three, of forty degrees. No wind.
Heaven comes to Siouxland.
That’s the relief people felt early on January 12, 1888, when most of those who’d put down homesteads had just arrived.
Here’s how David Laskin describes that morning: