Snow Days in Tunica have a certain magic
As I watch the snow falling from the sky, I am wishing I was back in Tunica again.
There was and still is no better place to experience a beautiful white blanket of snow, especially if it happened to be a school day. No warnings that we were going to have a free, get out of school day – we just woke up and knew if the ground was covered by that white stuff, we were headed to the levee.
We used different apparatuses to accomplish descending down the hill. There were pieces of cardboard, sleds, coca-cola signs and even water skies with the rudders removed. Flying down the hill at the levee was much more fun that any ski slopes at Vail. Mom always made sure there was plenty of hot steamy cocoa to go around in that stainless steel thermos with red plaid print on the outside. It was a time that the whole community came together, which is still a tradition.