Trapped on the Interstate for 8 hours, not even half-way home in your normal 20 minute commute would be closer to the last place! Especially with a baby and a toddler and no food or water. Or delivering a baby.

The biggest cause of the catastrophe in Atlanta was the closing of schools, businesses, and government offices at exactly the same time. The city went from traffic flowing relatively well to gridlock in about 20 or 30 minutes.

The first year we had snow in Georgia, I dropped my daughter off at kindergarten.. Snow? Luckily there was a nice janitor there who called us. It was less than an inch of snow!. (I taught school in the middle of corn fields in Illinois — snow tires, the whole scene — also beautiful;)

Contrary to your memory of a yankee’s attitude toward snow, I’m one of thse ‘damned yankees’ — I stayed. And unlike some of your examples, I kept my mouth shut and adapted. I’m sure I asked THE question of someone. “So let me get this straight, one inch of snow and everything shuts down?” And I’m sure I walked away laughing and thinking, “i’m sure I can handle that.” ,

We were ‘lucky’ enough to live at the top of ‘suicide hill’ in Green Acres, so the whole subdivision of kids was there. I had mittens hanging in front of the fireplace, kids warming themselves by the fire, and hot chocolate on the stove — and large bandaids. I had made a pot of spaghetti as soon as the weatherman said ‘significant snowfall.’ There would never be more than 5 or 6 or 10 at a time, and they all knew each other because of the summer swim team. It was really fun. Lest you think I think I’m some kind of saint of a mother, remember it happened so seldom that it was new every time. Even a house full of kids you like can get old after a while?

I love snow in Georgia. Good memories.