“”my friend who lives a tad north of San Antonio sent photos of snow on the ground yesterday””
I have a newspaper clipping/picture in an old scrapbook when the POW’s were returned home from Vietnam of a POW from San Antonio taken with his family in the snow. I can’t imagine how good that snow had to look to him.
I wore a bracelet with his name on it and I still have it. I know he returned home but the bracelet my husband had was never listed as coming home.
Speaking of snow, the snow here in Metro Atlanta is beautiful. Supposed to be a nasty/hazardous night but today it was gorgeous...Picture perfect winter wonderland. Don’t know about my plants tho’. The snow is so wet and heavy that the Azaleas are crushed to the ground and the Nandinas the same. Hope the branches aren’t broken....would hate to lose them.
The name of the POW on the bracelet my husband had was not returned...worded that wrong.
There was snow in San Antonio in January of 1985, my freshman year of college. Shut the whole city down. We went sledding on the freeway ramps using dinner trays from the cafeteria.
Some of my classmates who were locals had never seen snow in real life.