The fondest memory I have is from Christmas Eve, 1966. A blizzard of about 20 inches made for a memorable walk to Midnight Mass at our church about a mile away. It seemed that the whole neighborhood was outside playing in the snow until about 3 AM. Great snow for snowball fights.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Rick's snow memory:
The fondest memory I have is from Christmas Eve, 1966. A blizzard of about 20 inches made for a memorable walk to Midnight Mass at our church about a mile away. It seemed that the whole neighborhood was outside playing in the snow until about 3 AM. Great snow for snowball fights.
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