The Blizzard of ’73

Wonder if we’ll get any snow this winter? I’m recalling one memorable snow storm from 1973…

SC Family Memories

HogInSnowSooooie, pig, pig, pig!

Sooie was a friendly pig, at least we called her a pig, even though she must have weighed close to 300 pounds. We fed her grain, sometimes weeds, and housed her in a nice, roomy electric fenced pen with a soothing, cooling mud hole.

The children didn’t really look upon Sooie as pork chops, sausages and bacon, but that’s what she was. Groceries on the hoof.

Of course, it helped that the children weren’t as attached to Sooie as they were to the yard dogs and house cats, but to save everyone’s sensitivities, we never referred to hog-killing time around Sooie herself.

Things were going very well, Sooie was gaining appropriate poundage and we were anticipating sugar-cured hams and real hickory smoked, vinegar and hot sauce-based barbecue, when it happened.

The Blizzard of ’73. One February morning we awoke to a wonderland of snow, and ice…

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2 responses to “The Blizzard of ’73

  1. I remember that snowstorm. I lived in Walterboro and the relatively new I-95 was at a standstill; travelers were stranded in their cars. Because the Ringling Brothers Circus caravan was part of the mess, elephants were taken out and used to drag cars off of the Interstate to allow the Sheriff, Police, and Highway Patrol cars to pass. Because of a trip to Vermont years before, my father had a set of snow chains for tires. He gave those to the Highway Patrol who picked up people from the Interstate and brought them into Walterboro where families opened their homes to strangers. We took in three couples: an elderly couple from New England, two older women travelling together, and a middle-aged couple expecting a late-in-life unexpected baby. I gave up my bedroom and slept in a corner of the hall upstairs. We all gave up our beds; it was the right thing to do. I was constantly cooking, making sandwiches and soup, and washing dishes. My mother was the consummate Southern hostess. Fast friendships were formed and the group stayed in touch for years. Thank you for reminding me of that amazing experience.

  2. I never knew that about the elephants! How wonderful. Thanks so much for sharing this marvelous memory!

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