That’s a close-up of the hanging lamp in the kitchen. Why is it here? I just like the look of the crochet against the metal frame. You can see where I secured the vintage crochet pieces to the frame with quilting thread.
Well, all the warnings of 3 to 6 inches of snow were clearly overblown. We had a few flurries. That’s it. All day long we waited. Don had dashed out in the morning to get a few things at the store. We canceled any other plans for the day we might have entertained.
And….nothing. We ended up being just north of the line on the map where the snow stopped.
We were curiously disappointed. When we know a winter storm is coming, we get a little excited. We feel a tingle of anticipation. It’s not as if we want to shovel a lot of snow, far from it. But we love feeling safe and snug in our little cottage, tucked in for the duration of the storm. We love watching the snow fall outside our windows, knowing we don’t have to go anywhere and that a book or an old movie is on hand to entertain us.
That’s a luxury, I know. Believe me, there have been plenty of times in my life where I had to be out in the storm, where I had to drive on treacherous roads, where I gripped the steering wheel for what seemed like hours as I prayed that I would make it home safely. Once, back in Detroit, I was driving home from work and I turned onto an entrance ramp for the freeway. I lost control of the car and it spun out, turning 180 degrees until I found myself facing a huge semi. I thought it was over. But somehow, the truck stopped just short of my car, I managed to maneuver the car so that it was once again facing the right direction, and I made it home. Just writing about it takes me right back to that moment in time.
A few years back when we were living in our rental cottage, I had to be in Manhattan for a rehearsal on a day when a major snow storm was due. It was a one-time coaching gig and I didn’t want to miss it, so I took the train into the city despite the warning. Don was back home and was going to pick me up at the train station when I returned. The rehearsal was many, many blocks from the train station – nearly to the Hudson River. Two things happened that day. The snow started falling heavily even before I reached the rehearsal and fell with increasing intensity as the day went on. And while I was working at the rehearsal, I experienced something that filled me with fear. My vision in one eye started playing tricks on me. I saw a flashing, pulsing light that formed a circle. It kept getting bigger. I had no idea what was happening to me, but I tried to act as if nothing was amiss while I watched the actors and talked with them and took notes on their rehearsal. All the while the circle kept increasing until I thought I must be losing the vision in my eye or having some sort of stroke. I distinctly remember using an excuse to go to the bathroom so that I could have a moment of privacy. I stared at my face in the mirror. Nothing looked amiss. But still the pulsing light increased. I was in a panic. All I could think of was that I wanted to get home. By the time rehearsal ended, the pulsing had decreased somewhat and I slogged through the wind and the snow that stung my face as I made my way back to the train station. I was scared. By the time I got on the train, my vision was back to normal. When the train dropped me off at our local station, the roads were nearly impassable. I didn’t see Don anywhere. Finally, I figured he couldn’t get the car out of our driveway and I was going to have to walk the couple of miles it took to get back home. I struck out on my journey, barely able to see, still worried about what had happened to my vision, wanting to sit down and cry. I think I had walked about a half mile or so when I saw our car and Don rescued me and took me home.
I found out later that what I had experienced was an ocular migraine and that it wasn’t the end of my vision or anything other than a form of migraine. I still get one every once in a while and I’ve learned to relax and wait about a half hour or so until it goes away. But that day, that snow storm, the rehearsal, the travel back and forth to Manhattan and the strange thing that happened to my vision are intertwined in my memory.
One other: years ago, Don was working in Calgary, Alberta. I flew up to visit him. On his day off, we had planned to visit a lovely inn that was recommended to us by the management of the theater. It was in a ski resort area called Kananaskis in the Canadian Rockies. There was snow in the forecast. As we left Calgary and drove west the snow became alarmingly heavy. We detoured to Banff because I’d never been there (I bought a hat there that I still wear today) and then backtracked toward Kananaskis. The weather was deteriorating but we didn’t want to cancel our plans. There were white-out conditions as we drove, cars were spinning out everywhere we looked. We could hardly see at times. We had no choice but to keep on going but we were as tense as I ever remember being during a journey. It took hours. Don somehow kept us on the road. I don’t know how he did it. When we arrived at the inn, the management was stunned that we’d made it. We were snowed in there for a couple of days. Once we relaxed, it ended up being rather magical.
So many of you are coping with lots of snow this winter season. Do you have stories to share? I’d love it if you shared one or two in the comments.
Happy Wednesday.
I don’t have any real snow stories to tell, being a lifelong Angeleno. I’ve never been out when it was snowing except for one holiday vacation to Lake Arrowhead more than thirty years ago. Lovely light snow coming down and a warm cabin. But when we had to drive down the winding mountain roads to get to the freeway and home, it was so foggy that we could barely see. We were afraid to pull over for fear someone would drive into us, not able to see us. So frightening. Oh good grief and then when we finally made it out of the mountains, something was wrong with my brand new Mustang. We found a dealership, the repair department very eager to go home for the start of their Christmas holiday but they fixed my car with a smile.
I have ophthalmic migraines too! I thought I must have a brain tumor and be dying the first time it happened – on a drive home alone late at night from a friends house. I hadn’t had any in years but had quite a few after David’s cancer diagnosis over the summer. Stress seems to play some part in them.
Happy Wednesday!
So very frightening the first time one has one of those migraines! I think they might be stress related, too. I also got one once at an opening night party where there were strobe lights. Strobe lights = not good.
I suffer those also! I didn’t know what it was that day when we’d come home from grocery shopping and hubs ran me to the doctors on base at 29 Palms. Scared me to death. As with you, I thought I was having a stroke/seizure or something equally devastating. I have one about every 10 years now and learn to just plop in bed and let it go. No pain whatsoever, which I’m grateful for as my 51 year old son suffers devastating painful migraines. I always wondered if migraines were hereditary. Hmmm. But no fear here not, just have learned to cozy up on sofa till they go away.
Love the snow also. I just sit by a window and read watching it come down. No more since December and early January though,
xoxo,
Connie
Yes, thank goodness there is no pain from am ocular migraine. I do the same thing – I lay down and close my eyes until it goes away.
Living in Canada means I have many stories I could tell you about driving in absolutely horrid winter conditions. We used to live in an area in the SE corner of BC called the Kootenays. My youngest daughter had some serious medical conditions that required frequent visits to Children’s Hospital in Vancouver, a nine hour drive away over a road that crossed three high mountain passes. On one of those trips we got into a whiteout (in my opinion, the scariest of all winter scenarios). I couldn’t see anything. Nothing. The highway, the steep drop-off over the edge, oncoming traffic – it was all lost in a sea of white. A friend was with me, and she actually opened her door and kept watch to try and make sure we didn’t drive off the side of the road, but the reality was she couldn’t see even a few inches. To stop would have been fatal, as any vehicle coming from behind would never have been able to see us. I did the only thing I could, which was to hold the steering wheel in a death grip and keep moving forward. The whiteout lasted for about 20 minutes. The longest 20 minutes of my life. We found out after the fact what probably saved us that day. We were the last vehicle that entered that stretch of road before it got closed. Had there been oncoming traffic we could have easily been in a head-on collision, as I had no clue where the road was, never mind the lines marking the lanes.
Oh, how horrifying! I think whiteouts are the scariest, too. Having no sense of where you are in the road or what is in front or behind you is absolutely terrifying. Then to have it all happening on a mountain road, with a drop-off? OMG! Thank goodness you made it!
Dear Claudia, Great and Scary stories! Every time I drive in a bad storm, especially Ice, I consider my self A Big Brave Hero! I’m glad I am not alone. I remember when you hung the vintage, crochet, lamp shade.
I had just started to be a reader. I still Love it as I did that day! (Be Safe!) -Judy A-
Ice is very scary. And in bad weather, you not only have to worry about your driving, but the driving of others, as well!
I spent my day yesterday watching the snow fall. It was lovely because I was safe and warm at home, but I too can remember harrowing experiences driving in the snow. I had ocular migraines when I was going through menopause. The first one scared me to death. I called my sister and told her I was having a stroke. I was lucky that mine quit after a few years. Stay warm, my friend. It was minus 5 here this morning. xo Laura
Very, very cold here too. Wind Chill was 15 below zero last night!
Claudia, I have been getting those flashing zig zaggy light circles since I started having children. Mine are unfortunately a type of aura, ushering in a migraine. The good News? Doc. told me the older you get, the less you get them. Something to do with the less elasticity in our veins and arteries that occurs naturally
as we age. :~(
I hardly ever get them any more. :~) -Judy A- (This time the A is for again.)
Perfect way to describe them, Judy. “Flashing zig zaggy light circles” I haven’t had one in a while and I’m hoping they stay far away.
Northern British Columbia, where I grew up, sees snow for seemingly interminable months of the year. Driving in snow wasn’t usually an issue for us. One year, after the Christmas break ended, we set out to drive 16 hours back to college in Saskatchewan. Being young and foolish, we liked to drive straight through, taking turns at the wheel. There were enough of us in the car to do that. And of course, we wanted to enjoy the last possible moment at home. So we left at 10:00 pm, with snowstorm warnings. Snow raged down. Few vehicles on the road. We gassed up at the last possible station before heading through the Jasper/Banff Icefield Parkway. By now it was the wee hours of the morning. We drove slowly because it was hard to see exactly where the road was. Virgin snow meant there were no tracks to follow. Then, several miles before Banff, we ran out of gas. It was around 5 am, I believe. We just sat there beside the road, wondering what to do. Providentially, a Greyhound Bus came behind us, stopped, and took Tim (the drive and car owner and now my husband) into Banff with a gas can. The rest of us sat in the car, getting colder and colder. He was back within an hour, catching a ride with skiers headed up to the mountain ski lift. And we were on our way.
But the storm grew in intensity. As we drove across the prairies, from the Rockies, through Calgary, Medicine Hat and into Saskatchewan, the wind and snow nearly pushed us off the road. It was so cold and windy that the car heater couldn’t keep up. All six of us were cold, cold. By the time we arrived on campus, we were cold, tired and very late.
I called my parents, who said the minute we left the house, they had called their church’s prayer chain to pray for these foolish college students who set out in a blizzard.
These days, I live where snow falls rarely, if ever. Like you, I would welcome a snowfall and the sensation of being cozy and warm while all around the world turns white.
Amazing what we do when we are young and foolish! I’m so glad you all made it. I drove through a blizzard once, all the way across the state of Michigan, in order to go to a friend’s wedding. What was I thinking?
As a native Minnesotan I have many horror winter stories. The scariest one for me happened when I was pregnant with my son. on a normal day I lived about 10 minutes from work that day it took me over 2 hours to get home. I had to go up a hill, where someone pulled out from an alley right in front of me. I stopped in time but could not get going forward again. I had to back down the hill. I am the world’s worst backer upper. I made it though,and tried the hill again. Didn’t make it a second time. I was in a rough part of the city and didn’t want to linger too long so I backed the car down again, and reconsidered my route home. Every way had a hill!. I figured out which hill had the least grade to it. I had to drive a few blocks out of my way to get there, but up the hill I started. About half way up I noticed the trucks passing me by. I decided then, and do it still today..that when faced with a difficult snow condition drive your car as if it were a truck. I got home without any further problems. Until, that is I tried to turn into the driveway at the parking lot where I lived. It has a little tiny slant. My car/truck got stuck. Being 6 months pregnant I didn’t think I should get out and push. I rocked it and revved it to no avail. There were lights on all over the building (only 6 units) and no one came to help me. I did the only thing I could do. I locked it up and left it half in the street and half in the driveway. Someone eventually came to my door and asked if I could move my car. I told him that if he needed to get his car past mine he would have to get mine unstuck first. He got a few other people from the building and moved my car into the lot. It wasn’t a life threatening snowstorm for me, but I was pretty nerve wracked by the time I got home anyhow.
Oh my, Trudy, how frightening! And being six months pregnant to boot! I can only imagine how tense you must have been!
I have had 2 of those migraines…..very scary things when you don’t know what is happening. Thank goodness I only had it in one eye at a time…..looks like you are underwater at first then you watch a light show and you lose a circle of vision. Very weird, sparkly things.
Many years ago my husband and I went to a dinner theater to see a production of “Annie.” When we were leaving we discovered it had been “blizzarding” the whole time we were inside, with several inches already on the ground and more coming down. The whole drive home I kept my eyes closed….we felt like we were in a vortex…with the snow barreling towards us and the headlight reflection, it was impossible to see ahead at all and it made me dizzy. We passed several cars that had slid off the road and others like us, were barely crawling along. I was never so thankful to get home.
I understand! And you never want to drive in the snow again. I sure think twice about doing it nowadays.
Yes…there are many stories from here in Wisconsin. I was a city bus driver…yes, I was…in my younger years, for about 5years. One day, in early May, a freak snowstorm was forecasted…14 inches. And, I had to drive a 40 foot bus around the city, and maintain a schedule. Well, I tried. I think I was 40 minutes late at one point. I even got stuck, after picking up some kids from high school in the afternoon. They got out of the bus…and eight of them proceeded to push me out! Didn’t think that was possible, but it worked…guess they really wanted to get home! Later that day, I picked up a standing load of people on the square, which is our downtown, and proceeded to drop them off as safely as possible. I was worried about one hill in particular…not going up…but going down! Mind you…there’s a lot of snow…and while the roads had been plowed…it was really slippery out. I stopped at the top of the hill…turned my wheels toward the curb…and gently proceeded to slip down the hill and turn the corner…at the bus stop…the passengers all clapped! To say I was scared would have been an understatement. I will never forget that day…and I have a lot of respect for snow, it’s hazards, and the people who have to drive in it! ;)
First of all, hats off to you for being a city bus driver! I’m in awe. It’s amazing what you managed to pull off that day, Donna.
There were about 11 women drivers at the time, out of 200. Part of me was just trying to prove that women could do that job just as well as men. And, I think we did a fantastic job. I think it’s made me a better winter driver…but I still get butterflies in my stomach whenever I have to drive in snow! ;)
I should have you drive me around in the winter, Donna!
Nothing that bad / you had me tensed up reading them! :)
Oh good, that means I was a good story teller!
I only learned a few years ago what that zigzag, pulsing light meant. Thank God there is no pain.
When I was a child we regularly had a few inches of snow here in the Cumberland Valley and that meant a day off school! I remember one such day when I was about 13. There were several inches and my Mom was sent home from the pajama factory and her husband was radioed enroute to turn back. Tennessee was snowed in. I can laugh about the few inches it took to close us down. We spent the day in our snug little house and had steaks for lunch! This was such a huge treat I remember the feel of that day 53 years later. Haven’t had a snow like that in many years. I have a great deal of respect for those who drive and navigate in it all the time.
Me too. I don’t know how first responders and people that HAVE to be at their jobs do it!
Living in upstate NY for many years, long winters and mind-boggling snowfall are the norm. You get used to it. On the contrary in the Midwest. Growing up in central Indiana, snow was expected, but any real accumulation was a rarity. Not so the winter of 1978. During the last week of January it started to snow heavily, and didn’t stop FOR DAYS. We were housebound for the better part of the entire month of February. My uncle, a deputy sheriff, delivered groceries to us by snowmobile. As a senior in high school, we were worried that missing a month of school would delay graduation, but it didn’t. When we finally started digging out, the banks on either side of our driveway were almost 6′ tall. We still talk about it!
I think I remember that winter – it was very bad in Michigan as well! It’s hard to believe that it snowed that much and that heavily, isn’t it?
I was tense reading the stories too. Doris
I hope you can relax now, Doris!
Spent the first 30 years of my life in northeastern Ohio and worst experience ever was during the one hour commute I had for about a year of which part was through an area subject to lake-affect snow. At exactly the half-way point where my rather rural trek on Rt. 21 merged into Rt. 77 w/ multiple lanes and merges and exits, it become obvious everything had turned to a sheet of ice. Instinctively I cautiously let up on the gas and knew to not even think about touching the break. Ahead of me I watched, as if in slow motion, a semi begin to jackknife. The cab had turned nearly to the point of facing me along w/ cars in lanes on either side of me, and we all witnessed this behemoth now coming back towards us. With incredible skill and a hand from above, the driver somehow managed to slowly slide cab and trailer off down a slight embankment avoiding all of us and miraculously, not one of us touched our breaks. Otherwise we would have slid into each other while trying to avoid the semi.
Six months later found me living in southwestern Ohio and I thought I was done with a good bit of bad-weather driving and I wondered why so many termed the area through Dayton as “suicide 75”. That first winter was a doozey as it seemed we had freezing ice/rain about two out of every five work days and managing through that in Dayton was oftentimes harrowing. My little front-wheel drive Grand Am plowed me through lots of snow over the years, but not much one can do when on ice.
And yes, the first time you experience what my eye-care specialist called “visual” migraines is quite frightening. Mine are very bright jagged shaped circles that pulsate and stretch out bigger and bigger. Like you, I know to put my head down and just relax until it passes. Thankfully I rarely have any pain with these and when I do, it is more of a dull pain but I do then tend to feel a little nauseous. Mine are always in both of my eyes.
Same here – they get bigger and bigger.
I can’t imagine how frightening it must have been to see that truck jackknife! There was an angel on everyone’s shoulder that day.
Enjoy the no-shoveling non-snow event! Burrr, its cold out there, and windy, we’ve got 8 inches of snow here in Maryland and woke to below 0° this morning. It got up to 0° at 10:30.
It’s really cold here too, Kelly. Below zero with a wind chill! Brrrr!
Oh my do I have snow stories! Too many to tell after living in Nebraska half of my life and then in the mountains of the northwest U.S. the other half, which is where I am today. We have been in way too many blizzards, but one in particular jumps out at me. As we were driving home to Washington after visiting relatives in Nebraska. We stopped at a rest area in Buffalo, WY. We had our three children and were driving a minivan-hardly a snow vehicle. A state trooper drove in and asked us where we were headed. When we told him he said he would call ahead and notify other troopers not to stop us and we were to “drive like bat’s out of hell”, (his words), until the snow slowed us down. Oh my goodness! We flew the first 100 miles or so and then we hit the storm that was heading east. It was 5 miles per hour the rest of the way to Billings, MT and that was only because we were behind a snowplow and we followed his taillights. We were snowed in at Billings for 4 days, none of the roads out of town were passable and the kids thought it was the grandest vacation ever. I was just so glad to see a Super 8 motel with a room available that I cried.
And I have those same migraines Claudia. Only about every 8-10 years and when I get one now I completely lose my sight for about 2 days. The first one terrified me too. I understand how you felt so very well. Now I just take it as a sign that I’m to stop and rest. I’m just grateful that there is no pain involved.
Blessings,
Betsy
Yes, thank goodness there is no pain, Betsy!
Amazing that the state trooper told you drive like bats out of hell! He gave you permission. I’m sure the Super 9 looked like a little slice of heaven!
Oh how I remember that snow storm in 1978 !!!!!
I was trying to make it home from work on Northwestern Hwy and my Mustang got stuck. As hard as I tried rocking the car out, I just dug myself deeper into the snow. No one wanted to help so I locked up the car and started walking (?) to my parents house. I must have been a sight to see in my short skirt, heels, no hat or gloves, because I had to look cute, trudging in that snow. Luckily a guy stopped to give me a ride. I thought he was nice but once I got in the car, he seemed a little creepy. I told him to drop me off at the corner of Nortwestern and 14 Mile and I would walk the rest of the way. He said his door locks didn’t work so he’d have to stop the car and use the key to unlock my door. As fast as that door opened, I somehow ran across four lanes of traffic to get away from that creep !!!!! All I kept hearing in my head was my mother’s voice saying Vanessa, don’t take rides from strangers AND I still had two more miles to walk to get to my parents home. About this time another car came along side of me and another guy asked me if I wanted a ride. I wouldn’t make eye contact with the guy telling him I only had a little way to go. The guy kept following me in his car then pulled up again and yelled get in the car! When I looked at the car I saw it was the Fire Chief for the city of Farminginton. I was never so glad to climb into that nice warm car and he was nice enough to drop me off in my parents driveway and wait for me to get into the house safely. Once inside, the first the Mom said to me was why are you taking rides from strangers? ARGHHHHHHHHH
Oh my god, Vanessa! Very, very creepy! You must have been so thankful to have escaped! You’re giving me chills. (I’ll tell you a little story sometime about a near miss that happened to me – still gives me chills.) Thank goodness the Fire Chief came along!
I know those areas so well, Vanessa. 14 mile and Northwestern Highway. We took Northwestern Highway to get to my grandparents’ house when they lived on 4 acres and had horses. In 1978, I was living in Birmingham – very near to your parents, it seems. I lived with two other women in an old house and a friend of ours lived directly across the street from us. We ran back and forth in the snow from house to house, eventually settling down to play Monopoly.
Same for me! I got the chills – seriously – reading Vanessa’s story. OMG! And so many other very well-told snow nightmare stories here today! Trekking through the Rockies in a whiteout with a sick child! Wow – mothers are so brave. But I had the BEST time reading them all today – even though some were like going to a spine-tingling horror movie.
I never had any extreme problems driving in bad weather but I am very cautious about it..I only drive in bad weather if it’s absolutely necessary..Although I am not crazy about snow now I also love that warm cozy feeling of being snowed in, covered with a blanket and a good book or magazine to read..it is a wonderful feeling of security to me..
Same here. Don’t want to drive in it, but being snugly tucked in with a good book? Wonderful.
Born, raised and lived in upstate New York all my life, on the southern shore of Lake Ontario. My favorite snow story is a childhood adventure I lived during the Blizzard of ’66 when I was nine. In a few days time at the end of January, we got 103 inches of snow. No kidding, even after all these years I’ve still never seen as much snow in so short a period of time. Things started looking ominous to my parents on Sunday morning after church so after hearing the forecast they decided we should get a few things from the store. As the oldest of six, I was bundled up like the little kid in “A Christmas Story” and dispatched with our sled to Schaefer’s Market, our little neighborhood’s mom-and-pop grocery store for milk, bread etc. It was probably a quarter-mile away from our house, a 5 minute walk in sunny weather – which probably took about 20 minutes that day. I can still remember how thick and fluffy the snow was, and coming down thicker with each passing moment. I got what was needed at Schaefer’s and started back home. By this time everything was throughly blanketed with maybe 8-10 inches of snow and SO QUIET. It was unearthly how quiet it was. Luckily lots of the houses were summer cottages, and it was Sunday too, so I could drag the sled in the street. I don’t remember a single car going past the whole time. It probably took at least 45 min go get home but all the time I remember “I’m on an adventure, a real adventure! Just like in all the books I read!” It was so exciting! I felt like the Cavalry, rescuing the settlers who were low on supplies at the fort. In the end there were TRAFFIC SIGNALS buried by snow. All schools – and most busineses – were closed the whole week. Anyone who experienced it will have the same vivid memories as me, I’m sure. And years later when we’d talk about it, my mom would always say “I can’t believe we sent you out in that…” But it really was a different world. You could send a 9-year old to the store by herself without fear. Anyway I remember it as a very special experience – and maybe the last time I was ever glad to see SO much snow.
What a great story, Janet! I can just picture the whole thing! The area where you live gets a LOT of snow – all that lake effect snow. It must have seemed sort of magical to you as a child – you were the oldest and you were saving the family!
My parents lived on the shores of Lake Huron, near the top of the Lower Peninsula of Michigan, for several years and they were on the receiving end of some huge snowstorms, often when we were all visiting at Christmas. I have a fond memory of that which I’ll share sometime on the blog.
Yes, Claudia – we are Sisters of the Great Lakes!! Anyone who’s lived along these shores for more than a year could tell some pretty wild snow stories! Thank God the Summers here make it so worthwhile… :>)
I get those ocular migraines periodically . I began having them a few years ago when I needed to see to my Dads affairs but also had a husband newly diagnosed with cancer. I get them now if I allow myself to get too stressed. It is scary. I have had several of those hairy drives in winter too white knuckling it home. We will put it in our memoirs one day. Valerie
So glad you and your family are warm and cozy. Claudia, I too had many of the ‘ocular’ migraines. They don’t hurt, but if you have too many in a years time you might let your doctor know. April 17, 2002 I had a stroke. A bleed. God was with me and brought my memories back after several days. No cause was found, but the doctors told me that people with ocular migraines are found in many stroke patients. My three children have ‘regular’ migraines, my son being the worst. They have not had ocular and their doctors have told them that even though I had a stroke, they were not in danger only because of my kind of migraines. The Blessings I received from that time were, God let me know that He still had something for me to do, I have only had MAYBE 10 headache since 2002, and I now know what is truly important. Sorry about getting carried away. You can have these migraines the rest of your life and nothing will ever happen. Just a good time to set and relax a few minutes. Debi
Being on foot without a car makes this weather we’ve had pretty hair-raising, Claudia, not to mention damned cold! I waited for about 45 min. the other evening for a bus just as the Nor’easter began here. We ended up with about 8-10 inches of snow — very light and easy to shovel — and we’ve had wind chills bringing the temperatures down below zero each morning. I had a similar experience to your turn around on the ramp. I had borrowed my mother’s car and was driving home from Boston in an ice storm on I-95. Everyone on the highway was going 7 miles an hour and we all had our flashers on. But even at that slow speed I must have gone over a particularly slippery patch because my car, like yours, did a 180 and I was suddenly facing three lanes of oncoming traffic. And then, like a miracle (and no doubt because they were all going so slowly) they all just stopped and gave me the time to turn around and face the right way again. I’m sure you know how the rest of my ride felt!? I was shaking so badly and I nearly had to pry my hands off the wheel when I got home! (By the way, I have had those migraine flashes twice…. it was explained to me by a doctor that with migraines you either get the pain, or the flashing. I’ll take the flashing any day!) Keep warm this weekend! xx
Our snow story –
Having been born and raised in South Texas in the Lower Rio Grande Valley, I had never seen snow – in person – 25 + years ago, my husband and I relocated due to his job, to Lubbock, Texas (where we still live). Our first winter here, we were amazed at our first snow storm – my children and I, whom also had never seen snow, built our first snowman, complete with eyes of coal, carrot nose, stick arms, etc…we made snow angels, went out and bought sleds and pulled the kids up and down the sidewalks – that memory will forever be with us. We still are amazed every year, at the wonder of snow – and yes, I agree, there is an excitement like no other when you wake up and see that your property is blanketed in that beautiful white fluff!