Okay these photos are a bit strange, but this is my world around 7 AM when I wake this morning. My first thought is no pool today. The cars are buried out there somewhere. I am still half asleep, so I don’t realize there is a screen between my camera and the outside. I know many of us are sick of the snow, and we don’t have it worse than folks to our North, but hey, this is the South for goodness sake. No wonder my ancestors left the cold winters of New England for warmer places in the Midwest, say Janesville Wisconsin.
Just this week, the Washington Post advertised the best viewing days for the Cherry Blossoms. Yes, in a few short weeks, the fruit trees will begin their month long blooming season here….no kidding. Previous winters have been much the same in March. The issue has been the unusual snow events in the past three months. In a month, I will be able to get around town without a problem she said confidently.
There were a few “little ice ages” in the past..years without summer. Years when the crops were lean and the food was scarce. Years when the animals ran out of food. Read Laura Ingalls Wider’s Long Long Winter, for goodness sake. I did when I was eight years old and lived south of where I live now.
Winters in the 1950s in the south were very mild, although my father, a native of Wisconsin, insisted my sister and I wear long pants under our skirts to avoid chilblains. Lined pants we took off at school and hung under our coats lest we become overheated. The other kids laughed at my sister and me…the stupid Yankees. We were the source of much laughter, the clothes we wore, the way we talked, the packed lunches we brought to school while most of them brought money to buy lunch.
One lunchtime, Frances Starnes and I got into a scuffle over the salt shaker. She sprinkled salt on my sandwich and I grabbed the salt cellar and sprinkled salt on her potatoes. The teacher who disliked me, told me to take my milk money and buy Frances a new dish of potatoes. Milk was 8 cents a carton, the potatoes were 7 cents. So I got no milk for lunch that day. I hated that teacher. I also developed a sense of Justice which has stayed with me the rest of my life.
Miss Betsy Ross developed a dislike for me because whenever she pointed to a place on the map of the US in history/geography class, I raised my hand told the class I had been there.
Worst of all, perhaps, she was named for the flag lady (whose real name was not Betsy), and like many first year teachers, she figured she knew everything. I told her I had a ninth great grandfather who fought in the American War of Independence (I actually have several).
Note from Wiki:
Betsy Ross (January 1, 1752 – January 30, 1836), born Elizabeth Griscom and also known by her second and third married names Elizabeth Ashburn and Elizabeth Claypoole, is widely credited with making the first American flag and changing the stars on the flag from six-pointed to easier-to-produce five-pointed stars. However, there is no archival evidence that this story is true.