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The weather here in Baton Rouge was not as snowy as had been predicted, but we did get about a half inch of ice and sleet. The schools, city and state offices, and the interstate have been closed beginning on Tuesday morning and continuing through today, Thursday. When I awaken this A.M. I could hear the big trucks on the interstate so I assume I-10 has reopened and that traffic is moving. There wasn't enough sun yesterday to melt the ice so the roofs and car tops are still encased in sleet.
In 1963 or 1964 there was a snow in north Louisiana in December. When I left college to drive home, I had no idea that I would run into snow—it was so rare in that area. I made it to within ten miles of our home before encountering the drifts of white snow. By the time I approached the final hill that ended with my turn into our driveway, the road was coated and icy. I was driving a small volkeswagon "bug" and it slid ever so gently onto the shoulder of the road and into a shallow ditch. Fortunately my uncle, who drove a butane truck and was out in the weather delivering gas, saw what had happened and came up to push me out of the ditch. The two of us were able to get the car back on the road and I traveled the few feet to my home.
It was an exciting Christmas with the a snowfall of around six or seven inches remaining on the ground for a week, only melting in time for me to get back to school. I do remember seeing my mother's cat go out onto the porch. She leaped forward landing in the icy whiteness of the snow and then back up into the air as if on a springboard. Somehow I have the impression that she turned while in the air and landed back on the porch. The dogs were running around having a great time chasing each other but the cat went back into the warm house. Today, I'm more like the cat than the dogs—finding it too cold to venture out much.