We’re having a proper snow day today–several inches of the white stuff, hardly anyone venturing out, soup in the crock pot, and a good book to read (not to mention one to write!). Ahhhhh.
When I was a kid, of course, snow days were a bit more exciting. And in West Virginia in the 1970s, they seemed more dramatic, too. I remember missing almost the entire month of February one winter. It was so cold that a skim of ice would form on the top of the pail of milk in the time it took Dad to walk from the barn to the house.
Poor Mom. Stuck inside with three kids day after day. And it was too cold to play outside. At least Dad had livestock to tend.
I remember the power going out during a snowstorm once. Dad stoked the fireplace and we got to sleep in the living room floor in sleeping bags. Mom made us wear knit hats since those were the days when we still believed you lost most of your heat through the top of your head.
There was tomato soup with grilled cheese. Card games and board games. Sledding and the building of snowmen. We played in the hayloft, which was a smidge warmer than outside. Mittens were soaked through. Chapstick was applied. And woe to the child who realized she had to pee while wearing a snowsuit too far from the house.
We also fed the cattle. The winter my older brother had appendicitis, I got to ride on the trailer, cutting the twine on bales of hay, and pushing it off for the cows. Bart, our Black Angus bull, would steal bites of hay from the trailer. He was a sweetheart, though, and I’d scratch him behind the ears anyway.
It got dark early those days and in my memory the house was the coziest place in the world. A nation unto itself. A place where the snow and cold could never reach.
Wonderful memories! Reminds me of growing up in eastern Kentucky.
Just over the hill from us!
Sounds like a start the start of a good book that needs writing–Little House of the Appalachia?
Now you’re talking my language!
Great blog, you make me want to curl up on the sofa with a nice hot cup of tea and write 🙂 If everyday could be a snow day….
Exactly the feeling I was enjoying!
Your blog is thoroughly relaxing..it is a pleasure to read.