San Antonio had the biggest snow I've ever seen. It was beautiful, it was exciting, it was the week-end. By Monday we were a little tired of it and it was melting and slushy. When Mel came home from work he put his good camera on the table. He had taken it to work with him to take pictures of the snow and deer. We decided to go out to eat being tired of staying in. I left my nice new coat on the bed deciding it wasn't really that cold. As we left we saw a car with several men in it staring at us with our boots on climbing into Mel's work truck. When we came home a short time later a policeman was in his patrol car by our house. He ask if we had left guns on the bed. No, we hadn't. He said I think someone broke into your house. In shock as we saw that our big micro-wave was gone, my coat, his camera. My jewelry box was upside down on the bathroom floor. A few guns gone but they must have been scared off and didn't get them all. A terrible feeling a stranger has gone through your things.
Took all the pleasure our of the beautiful snow which we haven't had one like that since. We stayed up all night putting double headed nails in our windows so they couldn't be opened unless we wanted them to be opened. I'll never forget this snow, for it's beauty and for bad people.