THE WIND snow right into fifteen-year-old Chester Greenwood’s face. He swiped it away with his hand and trudged forward. He was almost to his favorite skating pond. He couldn’t turn back now. His older brother Orville and his younger sister Emilie followed, the wind hitting their backs. In 1873, it was another brutally cold winter in Farmington, Maine. Emilie pulled her wool cap low over her ears. Chester hated wool caps. The wool made his head itch something fierce.
