Christmas Day on Hilton Head about thirty years ago: A snowball fight with my siblings, waves breaking nearby, and all evidence gone the following day. —Lee C.
We moved to Huntsville, Alabama, from Wichita, Kansas, in 1963 with the great aerospace exodus from all parts of the known world. All the neighbors laughed at my dad’s snow shovel—“you ain’t gonna need that here!” Until they needed to borrow it to shovel their driveways that winter. He felt vindicated for years after that. —Melinda P.
The snowfall in Charleston over Christmas in 1989. After the devastation of Hurricane Hugo earlier in that same year, it was magical walking down King Street as it was covered in snow. —Bryan D.
January 1994 at Western Kentucky University. It started raining and then the temperature dropped. We had two inches of ice with two feet of snow on top. Classes were canceled all week and we were trapped on campus. Shenanigans ensued. How none of us developed frostbite or broke a bone, I’ll never know. —Natalie R.
The blizzard of 1993 in Spartanburg, South Carolina. I was in college and on the synchronized swim team. We went out in the snow in our bathing suits! —Dawn B.
It was the early ’60s on Easter Sunday morning and my sister and I were waiting for Daddy to take us to church. Momma got out her camera (a Brownie, of course) and took a photo of the two of us standing on the shoveled path, in our fancy Easter dresses, with snow up to our shoulders! We didn’t get to church, but had a great country ham and sweet potato casserole. —Debra F.
SnowJam in 1982. I was working in Marietta, Georgia, and lived across town. The snow started coming down late morning. I foolishly started to head to I-285 and never made it. Abandoned the car, started walking back to the office, spied a liquor store, bought a pint of Jameson Irish, got a cup and began scooping snow from the tops of cars to make “Irish Snowballs.” Found a pay phone, called a co-worker, and she said if you can get here, I’ll make a lasagna. I luckily caught a ride most of the way with a group in a VW van. The lasagna was wonderful, the evening even more so. That beautiful co-worker is reading this and smiling at me from across the room right now…forty-two years later. —John C.
