Us Gen X'ers and older haven't forgotten it and think about 1993 every time there's a forecast of snow flurries. LOL
The Storm of the Century of March 1993 was definitely one for the books. I was 18 when it hit. In north central North Carolina we got 13 inches of the white stuff. We hadn’t seen a snowflake in three years. Then Dad and I got out of his truck after running an errand and we saw a very few flakes falling. That’s how it started for us.
“Us Gen X’ers and older haven’t forgotten it and think about 1993 every time there’s a forecast of snow flurries. LOL”
I haven’t forgotten. I’m a Minnesotan and was in Atlanta for the ‘93 Superstorm. They got about 6-10 inches of snow.
It was waaay beyond crazy. Nothing was open except a Shoney’s near us - until they lost power. There was an Albertson’s nearby and we picked up a few groceries before they closed.
In an effort to be nice, I gave driving suggestions to several Georgians. I told ‘em where I was from and how to make it from Point A to Point B w/o an accident.
Underground Atlanta was partially open after two days and MARTA was running. We went down there and ate and drank because it beat sitting in the hotel room listening to school, church and business closings.
On Day 3, the airport re-opened and we got out. The roads really looked like something out of a Mad Max movie.
I will never ever forgot that experience.
Was that the one where it killed off Florida’s oranges?
My son is responsible for that blizzard, the blizzard of ‘93. We were living in Stevenson, AL at the time.
He was only 7. But he liked snow and he noticed as we had not had any. Josh decided he would pray for snow. I, in my spiritual wisdom, told him that God takes everything into consideration and sometimes answers “no. After all,” I continued, “it was March.”
The rest is history. And, yes, I truly believe the Blizzard of ‘93 is my son, Joshua’s fault.