Back in the day, when snow was snow, and men were men. Look at that Guy, my Dad. Where to begin?Thanks for reading Touchstones! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Back in the day, I remember snow beginning sometimes as early (it didn’t happen too often, but it happened) as Halloween. And I remember seeing snow come down early into the month of May. (I guess that still happens.)
Growing up a Military Brat we never really had time to acclimate to any particular weather.
But grandparents lived in Boonville NY and somehow or another we'd end up back there.
Dad's gone to Vietnam again so there we'd be, but not for long.
Maybe we would end up in TX again where it sometimes rained buckets, you could see it coming from a mile away but it was a warm rain and didn't last long. Not like these days, my sister in San Antonio said it flooded again this week. Weather report says they got 5" in 3 days, a couple hours north near Killeen TX they didn't get a drop.
What I remember about the North Country was the cold more than the snow. The sky would clear and we'd be at zero or subzero or sub sub zero for weeks. The cars wouldn't start, the pipes under the sink in the old farmhouse my brother rented from Grandma would freeze, again. We heated with wood, the fires would die and the house would be at 45 in the morning.
It was the kind of cold Jack London wrote about, the kind of cold that will kill you.
Then back down to south Texas August of 82, were the thermometer would sit at 102° for a month. The little plastic thermometer in my car broke one day, the acrylic lens drooping and the needle pegged at 140.
Climate and I....
Growing up a Military Brat we never really had time to acclimate to any particular weather.
But grandparents lived in Boonville NY and somehow or another we'd end up back there.
Dad's gone to Vietnam again so there we'd be, but not for long.
Maybe we would end up in TX again where it sometimes rained buckets, you could see it coming from a mile away but it was a warm rain and didn't last long. Not like these days, my sister in San Antonio said it flooded again this week. Weather report says they got 5" in 3 days, a couple hours north near Killeen TX they didn't get a drop.
What I remember about the North Country was the cold more than the snow. The sky would clear and we'd be at zero or subzero or sub sub zero for weeks. The cars wouldn't start, the pipes under the sink in the old farmhouse my brother rented from Grandma would freeze, again. We heated with wood, the fires would die and the house would be at 45 in the morning.
It was the kind of cold Jack London wrote about, the kind of cold that will kill you.
Then back down to south Texas August of 82, were the thermometer would sit at 102° for a month. The little plastic thermometer in my car broke one day, the acrylic lens drooping and the needle pegged at 140.
The kind of heat that would kill you.