The large snowflakes came floating down like so many white feathers. It was the winter of 1952; I was 10 years old and my brother Buddy Earl was 9. We were on our way home after school.
I pointed to the top of Big North Mountain. “These East Tennessee mountains are going to be covered in a blanket of snow this winter.”
Buddy Earl pulled his coat collar a little higher up around his neck. “Yeah, I wish up here was like down in the Tennessee Valley. It