‘Listen to the sound of the snow’: Glenn recalls his fondest winter memories as a sleet storm rocks Dallas

Glenn was forced to broadcast from his home office today after 5 inches of sleet came down in the Dallas area. He tweeted a picture of the scene at his home and explained how unprepared for this he really was… He doesn’t even have a shovel.

The city may be a mess, but the sound of the snow falling outside when Glenn awoke at 4 o’clock this morning put him in a nostalgic mood. He harkened back to the winters he spent with his grandparents. And while looking through some old photographs early this morning, Glenn found this photo:

Glenn shares the story behind that photo in the audio clip below:

  • landofaahs

    I remember many ice storms that put power out for a week or better. Take the time to make it a memorable one with your family. They all were for me even though they were annoying at the time.

  • Steve Harmon

    Raised in Michigan, I can relate.

  • Anonymous

    Meg
    I love the snow, but not the ice. Lived in CO, near Durango, for 3 years, and come October was heaven for me. Also the summers were fantastic. As for the weather in
    LA, where I lived most of my 89 years, and TX, don’t even try to guess what it’s going to do. If you don’t like it one day, hang around a while, you might get a day you like.

  • Anonymous

    I’m originally from NE Pennsylvania and Buffalo, NY, so I’m very familiar with snow. Ice? Not so much. I remember the city crews spreading salt really thick on the streets and never getting stuck anywhere. Of course, your car would rust out in about three years, but you could go when you wanted to go. I remember snow taller than my dad! Snow forts, snow men, snow angels. Great memories! Enjoy the snow, Glenn!!!

  • Anonymous

    Hon, snow doesn’t make any noise. What you heard was sleet. It’s really pretty and all until you have to go out in it. Hope you didn’t give away your winter coat and boots and other stuff when you moved to Texas. If not you’ll be teaching other people about fashion choices. Now it’s time to invest in a shovel, ice melting salt and especially snow tires.

  • Anonymous

    I remember, as a chid some 70 years ago, listening to snow fall. It is a quiet whisper, Now, for Glenn to hear it inside the house, it would be sleet, as he described it. Think of a snowflake and a raindrop getting together, and making a slushy snowball. Yes, you’re going to hear it fall, and hit the ground. But big snowflakes, and lots of them at once, make a rustling sound as they jostle together as they fall. A beautiful, hauntingly peaceful sound.

    Yup, such things set the tone for memories, and I appreciated his reminiscences about his grandfather. We need such quiet beauty in our lives on occasion, to keep us human.

    Laus Deo

  • Anonymous

    Fond memories of a a time “long gone”. Mine are the sounds of sleet falling on that tin roof at Grandmothers house, the smell of the “down home” cooking that drifted into the Front Room, mixed with the smell of the freshly brewed coffee she made for Granddaddy. I felt so safe.

  • defiant1

    Lovely Mr. Beck, just lovely…………….I love to listen to the snow falling, it is soft and delicate and beautiful!

  • Anonymous

    Dallas doesn’t do snow, sleet, ice well. Because it’s so rare there, people aren’t prepared, drive like maniacs and end upside down in a ditch (if they are lucky). I live above Texas and we do a little better. The husband grew up in PA and wonders why the hysteria;) I tell him we aren’t used to nine months of winter like he was. I do know the sound of the “snow”, also.

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  • Watch it

    I used to be amazed as a kid when, at night, it snowed tinier flakes than normal, and the following morning when the sun hit it at an angle, the yard glittered with tiny lights ranging from yellow to pink to blue depending on how the light hit the snow crystals. I used to fancy that my yard was strewn with little diamonds. It still makes me smile and marvel at it, even though I know what causes the effect now.

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    Figures you are one of those nuts.

  • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8FvmesaxXg Sam Fisher

    Here it just rained and later last night it froze.

  • Anonymous

    the quietness of snow is what I love. so peaceful, beautiful, quiet.

  • Anonymous

    Life in middle Tennessee where we used to have snow for Christmas. Now not so much.
    We watch the fronts come from the west, hit hit the Mississippi River and head northeast to
    Kentucky. Love the serenity of falling snow, as well as the quietness. God Bless.

  • m m

    I listened to this and thought of my morning habits, the legacy of memories that my children and grandchildren know about my home.. Coffee is always on. I say I married my husband because he made morning coffee. I had recently bought an extra larger grater to make latke’s. Strangely though I have the ‘lard’ in an old canning jar w/the metal hinge but didn’t fry them up this way. I finished the latke’s and as I was cleaning up I saw that it was snowing. I love the snow and the magic of change that it brings to the landscape. I hope my family has the warm memories as you described about my home but I am going to cook them w/lard from now on.

  • Kathy Hansen

    Glenn thank you for sharing your story-brought back fond memories for me of Wisconsin, sledding, skating, making snow angels, forts of snow, snowmen, sliding down hils on inner tubes. Our generation has some pretty awesome memories!

  • Cretia Olsen

    when I was a child we lived at the bottom of 16th Street hill..well two hills really..When it snowed most winters they would block off the hill at the top and the bottom..We would be able to slid down the hill time and time again. I had an advantage so when I got wet and cold I could slide down the hill and go in the house to get warm. It was such an advantage..but remember how much fun we had..me with my little sled that took us all over the town to find one for me so I could slide..and finally found on at a small pharmacy across town. My sons used it when they were small to slid down the hill near our home..But today they never close down the hill on 16th..so the children can slide..so sad..

  • Anonymous

    We always slept with windows cracked open. Even in the winter, in Michigan. My mother had many fears, one of them was gas, so windows always were cracked open at night in the bedroom, even in winter.
    I remember waking up on mornings of the first snow of the winter. When the flakes are really big, like big goose feathers, they do make a soft quiet whispery sound. But mostly what I would notice was the lack of sound, before I even opened my eyes. A car driving by, a distant train whistle, garbage trucks, everything was strangely muffled, and quieter than usual. Next I would notice the air had a fresh different smell to it. Snowy air smells like, well, snow. One night many years later, in St Louis Missouri in October, I took the garbage out and the air smelled like…….. snow ! ? ! It was way too early for snow there. But in the morning everyone was so surprised to see two inches of the white stuff on the ground.

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