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to Nowhere It snowed in Missouri too! I had planned a trip this past weekend, so naturally, it snowed. I was thankful it was just snow. My daughter Dana, my two granddaughters and I headed out Friday morning for my sister’s house in Missouri. Hwy. 7 was snowy from our house all the way to Tennessee. Crossing the state line, was like crossing a weather line — no more snow at all! We stopped at my cousin Alice’s house in northern Tennessee to pick up a quilt she’d finished. Alice’s road, a country road in a rural area, was almost completely snow covered — the first we’d seen since we left Mississippi. So was Alice’s front yard. When we got ready to leave Alice’s house, we had to drag the two little girls in and toast them off by the fireplace. Seems like, although it was denied repeatedly, the youngest had rolled around in the snow for a while. The oldest had apparently, although it was denied repeatedly, pelted the youngest with snowballs also. Both were frozen and soaking wet, so the denials of playing in the snow were taken lightly! We finally arrived at my sister’s house that afternoon — turning the wrong way on the interstate highway and having to turn around and head back, but we did eventually, finally get there! She drove us to dinner that night, I’m betting just to make sure we got there. We went to Lambert’s Restaurant — you may have heard of it — if you need more of the wonderful, fresh baked rolls they serve, just wave your hand in the air; they’ll toss you one. The wait staff also walks around the tables carrying pots of fried potatoes, fried okra and macaroni and tomatoes. Want some? They’ll just dish you some out of the pot onto your plate. Saturday, we drove into Paducah, Kentucky, about 35 minutes or so from my sister’s house. Paducah, my all-time favorite city, is also called (I know you’re going to be surprised at this!) “Quilt City.” There is a wonderful quilt museum, many, many little quilt shops and — we need a drum roll here — Hancock’s of Paducah! Hancock’s is a chain fabric store in most cities — in Paducah it is the mecca of all quilting and fabric stores. I think my favorite piece of fabric I bought that day is one that’s green — covered with a design of English peas in pods. It’s so pretty you could almost eat the peas! Sunday morning, we’d planned to leave about the time my sister would be heading off to church. But we woke up Sunday morning to 2-3 inches of snow. Snow that was not predicted by the weathermen, I might add. After two wrong turns in the trip home we finally arrived back home in Mississippi two hours later than planned. And much to the granddaughters’ disappointment — no snow! Report News:
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