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.