This is a repeat blog post from August, 2015.
Winter of ’48
Dog Days on steroids and still a month to go. How about some relief from triple-digit temps and humidity out the wazoo? How about my recollection of the winter of 1948—the coldest winter down here that I can remember? I was twelve and Hillene was seven.
First it snowed a lot, then it froze—hard. We could actually skate around on the snow. Then it snowed again and the temperature stayed down for days. Mommie, our great-grandmother, in her eighties, got outside with us and helped us roll the snow into a giant snowball. We proceeded to roll it around the yard where it continued to grow.Continue Reading