It was March 22, 1968. Sixteen inches of snow had fallen, and the city was covered in an amazing blanket of white…a rare sight for Memphis.
After Bill’s brief resident engineer appointment in Arkansas, we had returned home to Memphis and rented a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, upstairs apartment. We would need the second bedroom for a nursery, since we were now expecting our first child.
So, on that snowy day, while everyone else was sledding down the hills near the art museum, I was watching and laughing as everyone tumbled down those snowy banks….
