Regarding your query about memories of the first winter snow at Princeton (From the Archives, February issue), I lived in Princeton and mostly remember the poor little crocuses sticking their heads up through the inevitable March blanket of snow, but I don’t have a specific memory of my college days.
However, I remember the story in the Prince of a first winter snow involving my son, John H. Carter ’96 (now M.D., Ph.D.). In his time, there was a naked run through campus upon the first snow — only boots allowed. The Prince story quoted my son as saying, “We bum-rushed the Wa.” My father, Raymond H. Carter ’33, a rabid Princetonian, read the story in the Prince and pretended to be somewhat shocked, but I know for certain he was thinking, “Attaboy!”
Editor’s note: Read winter memories from Mike McCurry ’76, Daniel Sattizahn ’99, and others at paw.princeton.edu.
Regarding your query about memories of the first winter snow at Princeton (From the Archives, February issue), I lived in Princeton and mostly remember the poor little crocuses sticking their heads up through the inevitable March blanket of snow, but I don’t have a specific memory of my college days.
However, I remember the story in the Prince of a first winter snow involving my son, John H. Carter ’96 (now M.D., Ph.D.). In his time, there was a naked run through campus upon the first snow — only boots allowed. The Prince story quoted my son as saying, “We bum-rushed the Wa.” My father, Raymond H. Carter ’33, a rabid Princetonian, read the story in the Prince and pretended to be somewhat shocked, but I know for certain he was thinking, “Attaboy!”
Editor’s note: Read winter memories from Mike McCurry ’76, Daniel Sattizahn ’99, and others at paw.princeton.edu.