Blizzard of March 1993. I was 13 and we had White out conditions in West Georgia. Also, because the snow was pretty wet, it really turned our valley into a magical winter wonderland, with lots of ice covering the trees. We'd had snow before, but this was by and far the best. We lost power, but I grew up on a rural farm, so we had a fireplace, a wood burning heater, and a real working wood burning stove in the kitchen. Mama and I made Soup and Chili for all of our neighbors, along with biscuits and cornbread. Then we took the 4x4 and delivered everything, along with karosene space heaters we had sitting in the barn to those who we knew didn't have fireplaces. It was three days of something completely different. On the second day, my cousins and I went out and build massive snow men and snow forts, then took the atv out along the trails to see what the woods looked like. Then later, after my Dad and Uncle got back from helping the county to clear trees off the main roads, they took us for a twilight ride over the top of the mountain. While we were looking out over the valley, seeing our homes lit only with fires and candlelight, it started to snow again in big half-dollar sized flakes. It was just so beautiful and wonderful.
Have you ever had to 'wing it' for more than two days without power in the winter? How did you manage?
