We lived in a Japanese barracks in a small valley in Northern California. If you want to look it up, look up Tionesta and Newell. Neither one has a post office.
There was one outside light on a pole that lit up the yard. We would all stare out the window and watch for the biggest snowflake. The coyotes would run behind the house chasing pheasants, howling and yipping, but we weren't scared as Dad and Mom were there.
When I look back, I'm not so sure we were really safe.