The weather was not intrigued by Cathy Hillman’s birth on November 8, 1920, but everybody else was. It snowed that day, the first and the harshest snowfall of the year. Nobody was prepared for the snow just like nobody was prepared for Cathy’s arrival. The wind felt like icicles taking over anybody that stepped outside into a foot of snow. Across the road, there were a pile of brand new Ford Model T’s aligned off the road, waiting for somebody to arrive to take care of them. But Cathy’s birth made the birds want to sing and the flowers want to bloom.
