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miracle survivors
When the thaw set in they found one man still alive whod been buried in
the snow for over a week. His skin was blue and his pulse so submerged
that the man from the rescue services almost missed the beat altogether
and took him for dead. His clothes were stuck to his skin under his arms
and at his chest and neck and crotch.
In town that year the snow had reached over two foot high and out of
town had lain thicker than most living people could remember. The main
news on television, between the sports results and the Generation Game,
ran a report about the white Christmas there was going to be in the
Highlands, and the radio said not to travel, and if you had to, to carry a
spade in the boot of your car.
Several people had suffocated in their cars trying to keep warm with the
ignition left on, snow piling round them on the gone roads, snow creeping
up the windscreens and blotting the windows out. One couple, found
sitting in the front seats with their arms frozen round each other, looked
like theyd just fallen asleep. The bodies of other people surfaced near
their abandoned cars as the slow work of the thaw went on. But the old
man, still breathing, just, they found by chance at the side of the Culloden
road while they were searching for somebody else. Nobody on the list of
people missing matched his description. Well thats no surprise now, is it?
he said to the nurse afterwards. Its not as if I told anyone I was planning
to be missing now, did I?
Macpherson, Thomas, she wrote on the form. She wrote Not Known in
the spaces marked date of birth and next of kin. She wrote the word
Traveller in both the space marked occupation and the space marked
address. Ive been all over, the man told her hoarsely as she wrote. Ive
been to Iceland, I was there once and you know there wasnt any dark at
all. It was all daylight. Im not making that up. I had a bath in a hot spring.
Whats your name? Well, Margaret, it was fine and warm under the snow,
Maggie, is it Meg you get called, it had the makings of a fine bed, if youd
only been there yourself to keep me warm. Dont get me wrong now, Im
not meaning anything by it, just a thought, and a polite thought, and a
very nice one too.
The nurse told the reporters what his first words had been when he
came round: No Wonder. No Wonder Says Miracle Survivor. He wanted to
say something so I put my head to his ear to hear and he whispered the
words no wonder to me, said Nurse Margaret Gallagher (22). Afterwards,
when he was well enough to be photographed, the old man explained that
it wasnt wonder hed said, it was vinegar: No Vinegar. Hed been in the
ditch and dug himself down in the snow to make room, and where he was
digging, he said, hed found a half-eaten bag of chips someone must have
thrown out of a car window on to the verge.
Can you describe to us how it felt under the snow? the reporters asked.
Oh, it was fine and dandy, the man said. I had a good rest.
The papers sent their photographers back to take his picture again, this
time still wrapped in the tinfoil hospital blanket and holding a fish supper.
My fathers father, he told the photographers, knew a lad that went down
on the Titanic. My fathers father went through two fortunes. My fathers
father would have had enough to go on the Titanic himself if hed wanted,
the man said.
By the end of the week the nurses were squabbling over whod get to
put the lotion on, whod get to shave him, whod get to do his feet. One
day one of them showed him a photograph of her boyfriend. Oh hes a
handsome young stag, the old man said, youll have a herd of big-eyed
bairns out of him and youll be together for a long time, look at him, hell
live to be a hundred years and be loyal to you for more than seventy.
The next day all the nurses, even the men, and some from the other
wards, were in and out of his room showing him their photographs.
The younger nurses took to sitting on the edge of his bed whenever
they had a break; the Sister gave three of them a dressing-down about it
one morning, going in there on the thinnest pretext just dodging their
work and making more work for others. The nurses looked at the ground
so as not to look at each other; shed be angrier if any of them was to
laugh now. But the Sister leaned forward and spoke in a quite different
voice. Has he told any of you what it was like, what it was really like being
under there all that time? Does he remember anything about it? She
looked from one kirby-gripped white-hatted head to the next; they were
sitting up, looking up now, they all spoke at once. Has he said at all how
they actually came to find him in amongst all that snow? the Sister asked,
low, insistent.
It was the tree he broke the branch off, Shona said. He says the snow
was so high, Sister, that he could just reach up and break the branch off,
and all the snow from the other branches shook down on to him and
nearly knocked him over, nearly buried him there and then, he says, but
he stuck the stick as far as he could through the snow into the ground and
tied a bit of his coat on to it.
Oh, the Sister said. Sort of like a flag, do you mean?
The others told the Sister their versions of the story. Just ask him, Sister,
just ask him yourself, hell tell you, Shona said. Shona was especially fond
of Tom. Shona means great beauty, hed told her. To everything there is a
season, Shona, and youll have three babies, three girls, and theyll each
go through their lives like nobody else in the world and make you happy,
so they will, mark my words. And at the new year, be sure and not lend
anybody anything or pay anybody anything you owe them. Youll end up
lending and paying all year. Whatever else you do lend no one your
matches, and dont be taking rubbish out of the house. The things you do
on New Years Day make your luck for the rest of the year, now, so make
sure your first-foot is tall and dark and very handsome. Ill be your first-
foot this year, shall I, eh, Shona?
Shona pulled one of the decorations down off the wall and wrote her
address on the back of a piece of paper chain.
Later that week Sandra (noble beauty) and Fiona (fine boned and
prosperous) were tucking him in, one on each side, when he said, Ill be
needing my clothes back now.
They looked at each other across the bed. Youre not fit to go yet, Tom,
Fiona said. Your clothes are burnt, Tom, Sandra said. Wed to send them
for burning. And wed to cut them off you anyway, you couldnt have put
them on again even if they hadnt been burnt.
What about my boots? the man asked.
Against the wishes of the doctors, in the clothes of the fathers and
brothers of nurses and with folded pound notes in so many of his pockets,
the man left the hospital on the last day of the year.