Snow 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!!!!
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