Every Christmas, we would start calling relatives in Canada about 8 a.m.
our time (10 a.m. their time). My sister and I were so jealous of our
cousins' stories of sledding and skiing that we started to tell some
Texas Tall Tales. We had them believing we were basking at the beach on
Christmas afternoon. But then we also had them believing that we rode
horses to school, had oil wells in the back yard, and that type of
thing. The only tales they didn't believe were the buffalo in the
pasture next to the school (I swear it is true ask anyone who went to
Memorial Drive Elementary (SBISD) before the late 70's when the land
next door was sold), and riding in the grand opening of the Houston
Livestock Show and Rodeo (Dad's company had a wagon in the opening and
they always jammed it full of employees kids)
From: Donald Peters [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sent: Tuesday, November 26, 2002 1:37 PM
To: ArtsEdNet Talk
Subject: Re: Christmas in Florida...
I remember when I was in college and interned at Disney World having a
conversation with Florida natives about snow...
"oh yeah.. we had that once.. a thin white covering on the ground and
Took me awhile to figure out they were talking about frost and NOT snow.
Even funnier was explaining to the girls from Norway that came over to
in Epcot what the "little red itchy bumps" were that they were getting
their skin (mosquito bites) Evidently they don't have mosquitos in
Expecting a white Thanksgiving in TEXAS!!