Many long years ago, I was born during a blizzard. At least that’s what my mother told me several times. Worst blizzard my hometown had in years. A few years ago they had another bad blizzard there and referenced that the one that year was as bad as the one in ’49. No, not 1849. I might be old, but not quite that old!
Apparently, since my dad was in the Army, we moved rather quickly, to Georgia. Or was it North Carolina? Since I was so very young, I don’t remember too well. However, a few years ago, while my mother and I were talking one day, I asked her about a Christmas I remembered, wanting to know where we might have been that year.
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