Yes, I was alive in 1955 when there was an earlier date. But being 2 1/2 years old, I do not remember that event.
I returned home from some morning errands and reported that the very light rain sprinkles had developed into tiny bits of crystals that I could see hitting the windshield. Later that afternoon there were big, fluffy snowflakes coming down.
Kind of made me think of the poem by James Whitcomb Riley: "When the Frost is on the Punkin."
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