I was just a kid, but I remember the Ice Storm in 1960 in rural Rome. The pine trees were so covered with ice they went off like howitzers in the woods behind our house. We had no power or phone for at least a week. We had heat and cooking with wood, coal and propane. Dad hiked about five miles to the little rock store to get tobacco so he could roll his own cigarettes. From time to time he would crank up the car to listen to the news on WRGA radio.
My daddy was from Rome, and I'm related to most of the people there. Dad went to Darlington, and he was sitting on the levee one time with 4-5 friends and while they were talking they realized they were ALL cousins . . .