My dad told me about an ice storm that hit Dallas back in the early 60’s. The highway dept was sent to dump sand on the overpasses. Well, they did but didn’t spread it. So the drivers had to deal with icy bridges with large piles of sand in the way.
I remember it well in rural Georgia when I was seven. We stood on the back porch and listened to the the limbs breaking off on the giant pine trees in the forest going down the hill to the bottom land. It sounded like cannon fire when the ice got so heavy the limbs had to snap. The power was out for a couple of weeks. We had plenty of firewood in an outbuilding and there was propane in the tank outside. Mom had to cook on an old-fashioned clawfoot monkey stove that usually was only for a backup.