Temp was up around the +8 F degree mark which is great for the job as the snow on the logs is not wet enough to soak your clothes as you handle the logs.
Its been a yearly event for as long as I can remember. We used to help my uncles cut a veritable mountain of poplar logs as they burned wood in the cook stove year round. And it was more than a one day job.
We helped dad as soon as we were old enough to hold up the end of a log. Learned to stand and hold the log straight so it did not pinch the blade and throw the belt off. I eventually learned to wear ear plugs, hopefully before I lost too much of my hearing.
Sometime in the early 1940s. My dad at far left and Uncle Sandy at far right.
Firewood sawing at Hobetzeders in the early 1950s. John Hepting far left.
Dad at the saw in 1987. This photo was published in the Western Producer magazine.