Wonderful snow shots! I’m reminded of how close I lived to Springfield MA in the 60s in Thompsonville CT. We didn’t get that much snow that I remember but kids did have fun in it!
Having lived all my adult life in the South, I can’t claim any expertise in snow. My son, born in Savannah, was age seven before he got to experience real snow, and then we had to drive six hours up to the mountains of North Carolina to find it. We pulled off I-26 at the first reststop in NC where we joined dozens of other families from the coast who had the same idea. Spent a couple hours there and had the best fun. Little did we know that we would end up living in the mountains.
The following summer I managed to coax him into hiking up a real mountain in New Mexico with the promise that we’d find snow if we (he) just kept going. We found it alright, big heaps of it hidden in the crevasses and shade on the north slope. Pretty to see but frozen hard as ice, so no sledding. Fortunately he found downhill hiking more appealing with the promise of ice cream when we returned to the campsite.
That sounds like a fun time at the rest area. We’ve had enough snow in Atlanta that my grandchildren get the experience. Not as much as Massachusetts, Michigan or Missouri but more than we got in Mississippi. The snow in New Mexico sounds useless as far as play goes! Ice just isn’t the same.
Whoa! That’s a lot of snow! And you girls looked so cute in your little snow outfits having fun in the snow. 🙂
It was a lot of snow. They are saying it may snow tomorrow in Atlanta. If it does, there will not be nearly that much snow 😀
Wonderful snow shots! I’m reminded of how close I lived to Springfield MA in the 60s in Thompsonville CT. We didn’t get that much snow that I remember but kids did have fun in it!
In the 60s I was back in Detroit. We got a lot of snow, but I don’t remember it ever piled so high.
Lovely photos mommy. We better not get that much snow in Atlanta nothing is ready for even a fourth of that amount!
If it did – snow days!
I love those bonnets. The photos show the joy of snow.
I don’t think little girls wear those winter bonnets any more. I remember our coats, leggings and bonnets were pink.
Having lived all my adult life in the South, I can’t claim any expertise in snow. My son, born in Savannah, was age seven before he got to experience real snow, and then we had to drive six hours up to the mountains of North Carolina to find it. We pulled off I-26 at the first reststop in NC where we joined dozens of other families from the coast who had the same idea. Spent a couple hours there and had the best fun. Little did we know that we would end up living in the mountains.
The following summer I managed to coax him into hiking up a real mountain in New Mexico with the promise that we’d find snow if we (he) just kept going. We found it alright, big heaps of it hidden in the crevasses and shade on the north slope. Pretty to see but frozen hard as ice, so no sledding. Fortunately he found downhill hiking more appealing with the promise of ice cream when we returned to the campsite.
That sounds like a fun time at the rest area. We’ve had enough snow in Atlanta that my grandchildren get the experience. Not as much as Massachusetts, Michigan or Missouri but more than we got in Mississippi. The snow in New Mexico sounds useless as far as play goes! Ice just isn’t the same.