I remember really big snows growing up. It’s possible, since I was much smaller then, that “really big snows” were not actually all that big. But I remember my dad playing in the snow with us, digging tunnels a time or two, tunnels that I could nearly walk into. I was very young, but that still seems like what must’ve been a really big snow.
With four kids in the family, we always had baskets and drawers of gloves, hats, scarves, coveralls and long underwear ready for the snow days we longed for. My dad was a teacher, so many winter mornings I waited for that 6 a.m. call he would get to let him know school was off. I could then go back to sleep in peace, knowing there’d be no pressure to get ready for the school day. Then, a few hours later, we kids would prepare for our snow day adventures. We’d all vie for the most waterproof gloves, the thickest socks, the best-fitting boots. Then, we’d traipse out into the elements for a day of forts, sledding and snow fun.
I remember clearly the year we girls all got snow pants. I loved C&C Farm and Home Supply in Bolivar, where we lived at the time. My sisters and I had carefully concluded that C&C meant they were open on Cold, Cold nights. In my eight-year-old mind, I envisioned this store must be the ideal place to purchase snow attire. C&C had to have been running a sale that winter, because we did get snow outfits. My mom was able to outfit her three young girls in matching, bright blue snow coveralls. To her credit, I’m sure she was careful to top off our blue snow outfits with as many pink accessories as possible, though.
I know Dusty, my pup, enjoyed his first big snow. He kept trying to eat it, leaving him with a white mustache and beard.
Thoughts and prayers to those who didn’t get to enjoy the recent snow, but rather had to deal with the problems inclement weather can bring.
I’m thankful for a mild winter storm in my area. The great ice storm of 2007 I experienced – 13 days with no power – would be a hard one to top. I’m not ready to try again.
God Bless,
