Everyone is talking about snow. When will it start? How much will we get? When will it melt? Is it spring yet?
As I write this it isn't snowing yet, but there are remains of Saturday's snow on the lawn across the street from my treehouse. The roofs are also partially covered. I keep hearing that we are getting 3 inches starting at 4pm and ending sometime tomorrow. All this snow talk has made me remember some of my favorite snow days.
January 1985
I'm five years old and I have a new baby sister. There is lots of snow on our street and in our yard. Our old house had this amazing yard, it was huge. There was a greenhouse, large garden, fruit trees, volleyball/badminton court, sandbox, and a huge deck.
I remember going out side with my dad and his old sled, the real kind with runners. He would make the runners slippery by rubbing them with a candle. We would walk up the little hill by our house and sled down. We could see mom and Annemarie watching us from the window. That year for Christmas I had gotten a blue jacket with white fuzz around the hood and matching snow pants. Later my mom even came out and went sledding with me.
January 1989
I'm nine years old and we have been in our new house for about 3 months. I'm starting public school for the first time. There is snow on the ground but school isn't cancelled. I remember walking down to the bus stop and waiting for the bus. I don't remember much else about my first day at a new school.
When I got home there was a giant snow kitty in the front yard. My sister who was 4 at the time had missed me, so she and mom had made a kitty to welcome me home. They had used a scarf for a collar and the cat had pointy ears.
January 1999
I'm in college finishing up my Associates. The kids in the neighborhood have left a note at every house asking us to wear our jammies inside out and backwards so it will snow. The note worked the next day there was tons of snow. My parent's neighborhood is on a hill and no car can ever seem to climb it until it's been plowed. I even saw the plow give up once. This hill is awesome for sledding, it's long and just steep enough that the cars go up the other way. It is generally accepted that when it snows this hill is for sledding only.
Since school was canceled all the kids, parents, and dogs were out playing in the snow. My dog, Cash, was about 5 and loved the snow. When we would sled down Cash would race us to the bottom. He usually won. When he needed to cool down and catch his breath he would lake froggy style in the middle of a snow bank. He often ended up with snowballs matted in his fur.
Future Snow Days
I can't wait for Samuel to understand and want to play in the snow. Over New Year's at the Cabin there was snow on the ground. He didn't quite know what to think. We bundled him up in his new snow pants, hat, mittens, neck warmer and took him for a walk in the snow. Grandpa B taught him to say snow, but Samuel says snow by blowing air out his nose in a short burst. By next Winter I'm sure he'll either be begging to go to the cabin to see the snow, or if we get snow, begging to walk to the baseball field by the treehouse to play in it.
Happy Snow Day!
As I write this it isn't snowing yet, but there are remains of Saturday's snow on the lawn across the street from my treehouse. The roofs are also partially covered. I keep hearing that we are getting 3 inches starting at 4pm and ending sometime tomorrow. All this snow talk has made me remember some of my favorite snow days.
January 1985
I'm five years old and I have a new baby sister. There is lots of snow on our street and in our yard. Our old house had this amazing yard, it was huge. There was a greenhouse, large garden, fruit trees, volleyball/badminton court, sandbox, and a huge deck.
I remember going out side with my dad and his old sled, the real kind with runners. He would make the runners slippery by rubbing them with a candle. We would walk up the little hill by our house and sled down. We could see mom and Annemarie watching us from the window. That year for Christmas I had gotten a blue jacket with white fuzz around the hood and matching snow pants. Later my mom even came out and went sledding with me.
January 1989
I'm nine years old and we have been in our new house for about 3 months. I'm starting public school for the first time. There is snow on the ground but school isn't cancelled. I remember walking down to the bus stop and waiting for the bus. I don't remember much else about my first day at a new school.
When I got home there was a giant snow kitty in the front yard. My sister who was 4 at the time had missed me, so she and mom had made a kitty to welcome me home. They had used a scarf for a collar and the cat had pointy ears.
January 1999
I'm in college finishing up my Associates. The kids in the neighborhood have left a note at every house asking us to wear our jammies inside out and backwards so it will snow. The note worked the next day there was tons of snow. My parent's neighborhood is on a hill and no car can ever seem to climb it until it's been plowed. I even saw the plow give up once. This hill is awesome for sledding, it's long and just steep enough that the cars go up the other way. It is generally accepted that when it snows this hill is for sledding only.
Since school was canceled all the kids, parents, and dogs were out playing in the snow. My dog, Cash, was about 5 and loved the snow. When we would sled down Cash would race us to the bottom. He usually won. When he needed to cool down and catch his breath he would lake froggy style in the middle of a snow bank. He often ended up with snowballs matted in his fur.
Future Snow Days
I can't wait for Samuel to understand and want to play in the snow. Over New Year's at the Cabin there was snow on the ground. He didn't quite know what to think. We bundled him up in his new snow pants, hat, mittens, neck warmer and took him for a walk in the snow. Grandpa B taught him to say snow, but Samuel says snow by blowing air out his nose in a short burst. By next Winter I'm sure he'll either be begging to go to the cabin to see the snow, or if we get snow, begging to walk to the baseball field by the treehouse to play in it.
Happy Snow Day!
Somewhere I have a picture of that snow kitty! I love your blog! You bring so many memories to life!
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