Snow Day Guest Posting!

a-christmas-story-snowsuit2Snow here in Delaware today…kind of a Middle States/East Coast perfect storm. My front yard is measuring 8 inches plus on the school ruler. The kids are home from school, they’ve already been sledding, and we’ve downed half a gallon of homemade hot chocolate. It’s a nice change of pace for us.

Here’s a guest posting from Aunt Lois in Waynesboro, PA, reminiscing about the winters of her childhood in Iselin, NJ–

Oh, I remember the good old days. Plastic bags over multiple socks to keep feet dry….we only had rubber boots to go over shoes….no fur lined snuggly boots of today. Multiple pairs of pants and tops under your coat….no snowsuits of today…..multiple gloves and hat. It was worse than the little brother in A Christmas Story!! By the time you got it all on, you know you had to go to the bathroom.  But I do remember Dad making an igloo by the big tree in front of the house that got cut down so many years later.

Anyway, we used to sled down the Benjamin Avenue hill with someone standing at the intersection looking for cars and yelling if one was coming. We only went with friends…nobody watched us…didn’t have to back then. We stayed out for hours. Running up that hill kept us warm, I guess. Oh and did I tell you about the time I had to swerve really fast on my sled to miss that car that nobody told me was coming, and fell into dog poop??? 

Oh those were the days.

They don’t make kids like they used to!!!!

Got your own snow stories? Send me a comment!


  1. Andie said,

    March 2, 2009 at 1:11 pm

    Great post! The snow got me musing about another parenting philosophy issue:

    Be a part of the fun, or take pictures of it? To be or not to be the family historian, that is the question!

    We were in the snow a grand total of 20 minutes. Found the camera, but the battery was dead, same with the picture taking cell. So I said to heck with it and went to enjoy the snow with my kids.

    But if a tree falls in the forest, and no one took a picture of it, will anyone remember when they’re 30 and are looking for the documentary evidence?

    Thus I am doomed to struggle with my ENVY of scrapbooking/picture taking/erma-bombeck-blogging moms…but that’s a different comment thread!

  2. scheirmad said,

    March 2, 2009 at 3:11 pm

    Hey Andie,

    My job on snow days is to keep the home fire burning in the fireplace, keep the cocoa coming, and put the wet stuff on the drying rack. I did take a pre-sledding picture at the end of the driveway–while everyone was still warm, dry, and happy. 10 minutes later…not so much.

    -Scheir M.

  3. Andie said,

    March 3, 2009 at 10:27 am

    Quit mentioning the fire and the hot cocoa, or we’ll be heading over–don’t say you weren’t warned!

    • scheirmad said,

      March 3, 2009 at 11:20 am

      Too bad, we’re all out of milk…

      -Scheir M.

  4. Lorraine said,

    March 4, 2009 at 6:55 am

    Hang-on you’re going into Spring! So how come you have snow? We’ve just moved into Autumn and we’ve actually had a little bit of rain! It was quite funny really because my classroom sprung a leak and a couple of my students had to be relocated so we could put out tubs to catch the drips! Our weather which is usually fine and hot in March has turned into cold, windy pretend winter!

  5. scheirmad said,

    March 4, 2009 at 9:10 am

    Hey Lorraine,

    Nice to hear from you again!! It’s nice to have the Aussie point of view.

    We Americans have this saying about the month of March: in like a lion, out like a lamb. The beginning of March does tend to be a mixed bag. Then again, so does the end. I had a birthday party for my son on his birthday (March 30th) a couple of years ago, and it rained, snowed, and hailed all in one day. Not so lamblike. Oh well.

    -Scheir M.

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