What was it like on a snowy day in Pound Ridge in the 1930s?

In Pat Marshall Bartram's story, "Barrels of Oil and Blocks of Ice" -- on page 40 of POUND RIDGE PAST: Remembrances of Our Townsfolk -- she recalls, "In wintertime ... the big boys would clean off a  section of the back side of the frozen lake [across from Marshall Oil on Salem Road], drive their cars onto the ice, turn on the radio and ice skate. We used to have real cold winters back then."

She goes on to talk about her parents being "air wardens" during World War II.

"Aunt Amy and my mother used to go to the fire tower in New Canaan (Conn.) to spot planes and call them in. Daddy was an air warden, too. He and this group would drive around all the roads and if your house lights were on, they'd blow their horn for you to turn them off. We knew we had to turn out our lights because it might be an air raid. We weren't afraid that the Germans might attack, though, because our parents made us feel safe in Pound Ridge."