After watching Jim Cantore's "thundersnow" video all day today (we're having our first snow, so I've been watching the weather channel, which didn't exist when I lived in Runnemede), I decided to write a short epistle on my first remembrance of thundersnow.
My husband, Alan, and I had only been married 4 months. It was Christmas Eve. (Make that 4 months and 2 days). It was our first Christmas as a married couple.
We knew we were going to spend several days with his parents in Ventnor, NJ, because they were heading back to Kenya (missionaries) for another 5-year stint, and we were spending Christmas eve-eve and Christmas Eve with my parents. We were travelling to Ventnor on Christmas morning.
Well, wouldn't you know? It started to snow on Christmas Eve around seven o'clock. It was warmish, and the snow was big, heavy, flakes, coming down pretty hard. All of a sudden I saw what I thought was lightening.
How could that be? It was snowing. Then I heard what I thought was thunder. Well, it was snow thunder, and it happened several more times during that "winter storm" which was not named, by the way.
Alan and I loved snow and playing in it, making snow angels, having snowball fights, building snowmen, etc. We were young, what more can I say.
Well, about the time we were leaving for Ventnor on Christmas morning another thunder-snow-storm came rolling through. When we left there was 13 inches of snow on the ground in Runnemede. On our way down to Ventnor, the snow accumulations became less and less and so did the snow falling earthward.
It was certainly a Christmas to be remembered. Our first as husband and wife, and our first experience with thunder snow.