A true child’s story of winter.
When winter finally set in the snow would start. I am sure we must have had snow-days due to the heavy snowfalls, but I don’t remember them. I do remember spending almost every daytime second outside. We didn’t care how cold it was; it didn’t matter. You know how they dress the kid from A Christmas Story all bundled up – that was how all of us looked every time we went out to play. My little sister and I would just flop down on the heavy blanket of snow and roll all the way down the hill. It was a blast and a beautiful memory – even the struggle trying to climb back up to do it all again.
(Yes – we looked EXACTLY like this every winter!)
Christmas was a wondrous time, but winter itself was (still is) my thrill. Snow drifts would build over six feet high and get a frozen, crusty layer on the top of them. That was always our snow forts. We would start hollowing the drifts out and make tunnels, doorways, windows all along the drifts. As long as the weather stayed freezing, the drifts would stay in that shape from playtime to playtime.
These pics give you the idea. However, we were never such woosies that we had to use portable fire pits. (Mainly because we did not have them back then.) Oh, and NO DRINKS of any kind. When we got cold enough, into the house, we would go, and mom always had hot cocoa on the stove waiting. A bowl of marsh mellow’s on the side, please.
The kids on top of the snowbank are exactly what we looked like. Not so many trees, more steep rolling hills. When dad came through the driveway, around the barns and sheds with the tractor and front end blade; the snow would really pile up on the banks, and then the fun would begin.
(Yep, this was like ours but no Quonset, we had a machine shed -bigger than a Quonset – that kept all of our farm equipment.)
We also did not have sleds we had saucers and one huge bad-ass toboggan. The toboggan held the whole family if we squished together, it was huge! The saucers were the most fun for us. Not only did they go downhill the fastest, but they were lighter/easier to lug back up the hill, and could easily be hooked on ropes behind that little tractor and pull us all over the place. Our large field off the yards and gardens was our favorite. Plenty of room to swing way out when sledding. Think of water skiing only sitting down on a big metal saucer (yes, our original ones were metal – never grab without gloves metal), hanging onto the heavy rope handle that was tied to the tractor. Dad’s job: Take corners fast enough to swing us wide and try to dump us off our sleds – happened every time. Dad 3, daughters 0.
This is a new version of our old favorite, and yes, if I had the opportunity to try one today – I would!
This one is almost exactly like ours – but no tow-rope or connectors for it, and the handles were a heavier rope type, not floppy like these nylon-cloth ones. Man, could it fly down the fields and across the snow! Think about your car sliding around on icy roads. That would be us only laughing about it all the way.
When it gets right down to it, I still believe that winter is my favorite of the seasons. The others have their merits, but winter is:
Tis the season to remind us that snow is here specifically for the kid in us all.
(Oh, and a Merry Christmas to all!)
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