THE FREEZE January 2, 1895
No one, even among the weather prophets, had any warning of a freeze of last Friday and Saturday nights, before it got here. On Wednesday the day was usually warm for December and great many people were dressed in their fancy linen and silk- some wore straw hats. It was a all-around summer day. Wednesday night we had a little rain and on arising from bed Thursday morning we met it rather chilly. A steady wind from the west put us in search for an overcoat. As the day passed out it grew colder and colder. Friday morning it looked like the end was not coming until we got a good freeze. And so it did not.
The thermometer went down to 18- which was about two degrees lower than the freeze of ’86. Water froze in the house near the fire; spittle from a man’s lip turned to ice before it struck the ground. So severe was the cold that a great many people refrained from drinking water, for fear it would freeze before it struck its destiny.
How the orange trees stood it so well, can only be accounted for when we think of the goodness of God, who best knows our condition and our needs. The orange trees in some places are not hurt in the least, while in other places where the trees were more exposed they are hurt but a little.
Some say the orange crop that was on the trees is a total lost, but those who have been sampling the golden fruit every day since the freeze contradict the assertion. They say fully one-half of the present crop on the trees will be fit for marketing- that only the oranges on the outskirts of the grooves are hurt seriously. They claim that the thick and heavy foliage on the trees, and the density of the