In her words, “Daddy worked in Lewisville and also farmed. When the ice storm came, Daddy was caught in town. All I remember is worrying about him getting home. After dark he finally came in. He had slid off the road and into a ditch.
“He walked to a nearby house and was given a burlap bag to put the groceries he had purchased in. He walked the rest of the way home carrying that sack of groceries.”
The memories that we have retained the longest usually have a powerful emotional charge. I can see why that image and story has stayed with Lucille from childhood.
Another interesting set of memories comes from Sarah Roach of Celeste:
“There must have been another storm in the Fall of ‘49 or early 1950 because I started to school in that 1949 – 1950 year in Celeste. I remember holding the hand of my uncle who was a senior that year as we walked after school down the totally white street in a totally white world. His friends talked, joked, and skated in their old cowboy boots. Uncle Tom walked carefully.
“My immediate family lived in the country and I stayed with my grandmother and Uncle Tom. Being the oldest child in my family, I was the only one with my grandmother and uncle. I don’t remember how many days, but they went to Hudson’s Tailor Shop to buy me some jeans. My legs were so cold walking after school because the wind was blowing, too. I must have said something or they realized it.
“Besides, I probably needed a change of clothes, extra underwear. But I only remember the blue jeans. They were boy’s and the smallest waist that Mr. Hudson had in stock. Still I could not hold them up. My grandmother used part of her laundry rope to make me a belt. They rolled up the cuffs, too. I wore the jeans under my dress.
“As far as how Celeste managed, I believe water was shipped in by train. I guess a generator had to be brought in, too.
“For a six-year old, you just remember the blinding white, how through-the-body cold it was, and how slick the solidly glazed streets were. I remember watching where I placed my feet. I did have my uncle’s strong, warm hand to hold onto that day. I’m not sure if we ever touched ever again. Seniors and first-graders don’t generally mix!”
A big “Thank You” to Lucille Harris and Sarah Roach for sharing the memories.
Link to Let's Reminisce: The Great Ice Storm of 1949 http://www.ntxe-news.com/artman/publish/article_86825.shtml
A retired English professor, Dr. Jerry Lincecum teaches classes for older adults who want to write their life stories. He welcomes your reminiscences on any subject: firstname.lastname@example.org.