My Winter Memories Thank you for this Challenge Jackie Lynnley
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?— JB Priestly
Thank you, Jackie
Jackie Lynnley inspired this submission.
Participating in this challenge took me on a walk back in time that I so reveled in as each new memory came to mind.
The sled that I would drag up and down hills was wooden and metal.. And so many of hours of fun it brought my friends and me.
A Young Girl Trekked Up a Hill Through Knee Deep Snow
The complete silence and stillness that I felt when I would venture out after the snow settled onto the land remains with me even now.
It has been many years since I was the young girl trekking up the hill with my sled in tow. But the feel of those days linger with me. They surely must have been some of my most innocent moments.
My memories of winters past are shared with you as a montage, a collage, a peek at moments in time that remain stunningly vivid.
Snow Meant a Day off From School
Winter in Virginia was a most delicious time of the year when I was a young girl.
Each winter there would be snow enough to keep us home from school for the day. Usually several times as many of us lived an hour from the high school
Sometimes we would be bused to school, stay for half a day and then be bused home before the snow really clogged highways and darkness fell early as it did on those snowy days.
Snow "Fights" and Fabulous Snowpeople
As we raced off the bus and into our homes, laughing and shouting that we were going to play in the snow echoed throughout. Layer upoon layer of clothing: long johns, two pair of socks, wooly pants, three layers of flannel shirts, a heavy winter coat buttoned to the top, a knit hat, woolen mittens, and galoshes turned our bodies into abmoniable snowman like creatures.
It was a wonder we could move around outside with all of those clothes on but we were unstoppable...nothing would slow us down!!!
One of the first things we did was make piles of snowballs and have 'war.' Most of the snowballs missed their mark but there was more than enough laughter to go around.
We had contests to see who could build the biggest snowman---yes, they were snowmen, no snowladies at this time.
They would stand tall and proud sometimes for as long as a week until the sun came out and warmed up things leaving only a puddle where our once majestic creations had stood.only days before. We were undaunted however as there
The Snow Piled up in 2011 in Arkansas : Coincidentally I Did Experience Heavy Snow IN Arkansas Many Years Before This Event
Sledding, Playing, Laughing, and Frozen Body Parts
We rode down hills on sleds and would trudge back up breathless but ready to go again often with a best friend behind us.
One of our greatest delights was the times when the creek in front of my house froze. An adult would always go out and inspect it for us---up and down the creek--to make certain it was okay for us to go on it.
It was such fun. Skating, running, chasing, falling, and getting up to do it all again.
Some neighbors even brought go carts out onto the ice. What a riot that was to see the go carts spinning out of control when the brakes were hit. Our guardian Angels must have been on the ice with us because no one ever went for an unplanned dip in the creek in the icy water lurking all around us in all of the years that we used the ice as our ice skating rink and go cart course.
Our Geese Missed the Abundant Grass in Winter
Time to Thaw Out
After a while when we were tired, we would head up to the bank of the creek and perch for a bit. It would not be too long before the geese would come along and go skidding across the ice. They were not happy when they found their sloshy water was now rock hard.
They would waddle up onto the bank and nibble on the grains we provided. They came back day after day looking for a hand out.
After many hours of chasing, creating, running, laughing, and being hypnotized by the snow, we would split up and head off in different directions.
Usually one or two kids came into my house with me to get warm and have my Momma's special treats before hiking home.
My Momma had us all remove wet outer clothing including boots and now ice-soaked mittens on the cement floor of our porch.
She usually had to rub my hands and feet to thaw them out as I always (still do) would be totally frozen from the snow experience but would not have missed it for anything.
We warmed ourselves in the kitchen by the wood stove at first. And then would just hang out in the living room or my room. When I turned 15, we had central heat installed so our home was no longer heated by a coal stove which really kept up very warm indeed.
A Few of My Favorite Things...
The Sound of Music still is a song that captures my feeling about winter long ago and not so long ago....
These lines especially.."Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings"
"Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs"
And for me when at last I would feel a hint of having enough of heavy winter clothing, the promise of spring made my heart sing.
To Make Scones (My Momma's Variety)
Make a basic yeast dough or purchase frozen roll dough. (If you use frozen dough, allow it to thaw completely).
Cut into squares or triangles about 3 x 3 inches Fry in canola or other favorite light oil till golden brown and poofy.
Roll in confectioner's sugar or shake in a brown paper bag (lunch bags work).
Warmed on the Inside Too.
We warmed ourselves in the kitchen by the wood stove at first. And then would just hang out in the living room or my room. When I turned 15, we had central heat installed so our home was no longer heated by a coal stove which really kept us very warm indeed through many winters.
One of my fondest memories of those childhood winters was that Momma made scones and hot chocolate…more than we could possibly eat in a week.
These scones, as she called them, were not like the ones we know today which are a dense bread creation and quite tasty.
The scones she made were little dollops of elastic, yeast roll dough cut into triangles and fried to a golden brown in a cast iron skillet. Removed to drain a bit and then tossed in a brown paper bag that was filled with confectioner’s sugar. We took turns shaking the bag so the scones were totally covered.
They were light and chewy and divine!! I have tried to make them but never have been able to duplicate the ones Momma made on those cold, snowy winter afternoons. But I still TRY every winter. They are OK but lack my Momma's magic.
That is as it should be…of that I am certain.
The calm after the fallen snow was almost hypnotic.
Hot Chocolate of the Very Best Kind
I 16 ounce container of Nestle's Quick
1 cup coffee creamer
1 cup confectioner's sugar
3 packages of nonfat dry milk
I really think you can omit the confectioner's sugar. Replace with 1/2 cup creamer (non fat is fine) and 1/2 cup extra of nonfat dry milk.
Place about 1/3 cup (or amount you prefer) in 8 ounce cup; add boiling water
Always Early for School
In May of 1973, I traveled with my one year old daughter to Japan to be reunited with my husband who had gone ahead of us to secure housing as he was in the Air Force.
I never really thought about what the weather would be like there but I was soon to find out. It actually was very much like Virginia’s weather….warm, even hot, in the spring and summer, and then, much to my surprise, snow in the winter.
One morning my friend that I carpooled with and I made it through about seven inches of snow to our school on Yokota Air Base. If you know anything about Japanese highways at the time, they were narrow and crowded so we accomplished quite a feat to arrive safely.
We always got to school before anyone else so we were not surprised when no one else was there. We waited and waited and still no one came. Finally we decided to call the principal, Glendon Shirley ( I will never forget her…she retired one year later) to see where everyone was.
We had left home so early we missed the call to let us know that school was cancelled for the day!!! We both cracked up and piled back in to her car and headed home.
Camping in the Snow in the Black Hills
We also camped in the snow while in South Dakota. We were avid campers then. I am NOT now. We would pack up everything we needed, lots of warm clothes, and pile it into the little tow along camper and head up to the Black Hills.
One morning when we awoke our camp stove was covered with snow. Brushing it off, and standing in knee deep snow, we cooked our breakfast. I caught my sleeve on fire but it was no biggie...plenty of snow to put it out quickly.
That meal was one of the best meals I think we ever ate….bacon, eggs, and pancakes swimming in hot syrup never tasted so good.
Snow in the Summer
Four years later, we returned stateside to Ellsworth Air Force Base in South Dakota.
And winter was winter. We had tons of snow…sometimes it drifted up above our shed which was about 6 feet high and it packed down so solidly we could walk on it.
It is a funny thing about cold, you know. Many many days were subzero so when it was 32 it was like a heat wave. I often went to school with no coat on and open-toed shoes.
One morning I had a flat tire along the way and a truckload of Air Force guys happened along, changed it, and sent me on my merry way.
One of the most fun experiences with snow while we lived in South Dakota was when we traveled to Yellowstone in July.
When we got there snow was on the ground and we took pictures of each other in shorts in the snow.
Our stay at Yellowstone was ccccooooold. The cabin was not insulated and we really were not prepared for the cold. I guess we did not ask enough questions about the unpredictability of the weather. But it was a glorious experience even though we were a bit chilly.
To see a moose up close and personal was thrilling to me. To watch Old Faithful shoot into the sky was another moment I shall long remember.
"Brrr....It's Cold in Here"
Winter Fun for Grandson Last Year
Three of My Most Favorite Lovelies on the Planet: Baby Grandson, Daughter, and Eldest Grandson
Sadly most of our photos from winters long ago were damaged beyond repair while in storage. Thank goodness I can still 'see' those lovely memories.
Winter Memories ...Aaaah What a Lovey Sojourn
Winters now are far different from those idyllic months that often meant knee deep snow and hours of outdoor fun in freezing weather.
Winter now means having very few days of freezing temps and rarely do we ever feel a snowflake on our cheeks.
Rather, flip flops and shorts are often the customary clothing but I am loving it.
Having the memories of winters past that remind us of snowy days gone by keeps those them fresh and new and allows us to slip through time back to when days were filled with the euphoria we often felt.
© 2015 Patricia Scott