The little girl within wasn’t about to let sniffles and a sore throat keep me from playing in the snow. Except for a brief event (15 minutes) a couple weeks ago, this was the first real snowfall we’d seen in a couple of years.
Snow never comes — or stays — long enough for me. Much like a song that transports us to a specific place and time, snow rarely fails to usher me into a wonderland of memories, three in particular:
- In high school, a bunch of us would load up in our cars and drive to a particular hill in Woodland Heights, a nearby neighborhood. No fears, only fun. And much, much laughter.
- My grandmother loved to see snow falling and without fail, she would call to ask if I’d seen the snow yet. As a teenager, I rolled my eyes. As a young woman, I eagerly anticipated her call. And now that she’s gone, I would give anything to hear her voice again. I never miss her more than when it snows.
- Making snow-cream with the boys when they were younger. I still have the large metal bowl that would capture fresh snow on the back deck. Now I look forward to making it with my grandchildren!
So, what’s your favorite snow-driven memory?
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father
of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
Growing up on Long Island, I experienced snow more frequently. I loved the anticipation of it. How much will we get? Four to six inches? Six to eight? We didn't have the crazy radar that can tell what street got more than the next. It was prett much a guessing game.
My most fond memory is heading down to the nearby sump (water collection area) and hopping the fence(legal??) and proceed to shovel many inches of snow to create our hockey rink. Then the fruits of our labor would be playing as long as the daylight would allow. Those we're special days.
Snowball fights, hot chocolate, wet clothes, and homemade vegetable soup. Tender memories…
Thanks!
Fun with the kids. Walking in deep snow as a family-at night! My hubby making snow cream. The quiet of a mountain snow.
Cathy,
Fun memories. 😉 Snow angels, homemade applesauce, fresh soup and cornbread. 😉
Glad you could enjoy it! 😉
Love, Hester 😉
Thanks everyone for sharing your favorite snow memories!
Kevin, I'm certain hopping the fence was legal or else you wouldn't have done it. 🙂 Six to eight inches of snow? That's a rarity here for sure. 🙁
It looks as though snow cream and soup are two "must haves" for our southern blizzards (anything over a 1/2"). 🙂
Look at you and all your preciousness! Cute cap 🙂
I grew up in WV and we had TONS of snow! I always loved when my Dad would drive through a heavy snow at night. It looks like the snow is coming right at you, and the bigger the flakes, the cooler it looks!
It's sad that Virginia doesn't have those big snows, but I love our moderate temps 🙂
Aww, thanks Susan! It certainly kept me warm…but maybe not enough. My cold turned into a sinus infection so now I'm paying the price for my "play time" — but it was worth it! lol
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
My teen years were spent growing up in New Jersey (6th grade through 12th grade). I saw my share of snow. Yet, I still love the falling of flakes at night.I recall my parents shopping at Sears for a heavy parka for me. We drove in a snow storm to purchase that parka, stores didn't close up there when it snowed. Returning home that evening, the snow had piled high. My dad put on his green military parka with the fur trim around the hood, I had my navy blue parka zipped up and hood with fur trim tied tightly. There was no real reason to go out into the cold, other than to satisfy my curiosity would the parka be warm. My dad and I walked the long block. I was freezing, although you'd never gotten me to admit it. My dad was never home often due to work in the Air Force. I think this memory has always stood out a lot for me, the time spent together and the big snow.
That is a special memory indeed, Mary. When you read through these comments you see a strong link with those we love.
I didn't know you spent some of your teen years in NJ!
Thank you for sharing, my friend.