One of my sisters after a "light" snow. |
We were hit with a pretty big
snow storm last weekend, big at least according to Virginia standards. Whenever
it snows memories from my childhood always come to mind. Growing up in New
York, there was no shortage of snow, especially since we lived near Syracuse,
which holds the record of being the snowiest city in the country.
I remember one year to snow plows
piled the now up so much on the corner in front of our house that my grandpa parked
his car in front of it and made my brother and I sit on top of the pile so he
could take a picture and show people how much snow there was.
I remember another snowy evening,
okay, it was much more of blizzard-y evening (I know that's not a word!). It
was shortly after Christmas and we were taking down all our decorations so the
house was a complete mess. Then someone knocked on the door. My mom sent all
four of us kids "the look" that we knew meant, "Cram everything
possible out of site as fast as you can." And we did. Behind doors. Under
the couch. In other rooms with doors we could close to hide the mess.
That visitor ended up being one
of a long line of visitors that night. A man was stuck and wanted to use our
phone to call a tow truck.
The tow truck came and got stuck
and the man's wife had come along since it seemed like a nice evening for a
ride.
A car battery blew up in an
innocent helper's face.
The ambulance that came to help
that guy, got stuck.
Another ambulance came and
fortunately listened to directions to come around the other way.
Everyone eventually got unstuck
and made their way home.
Now after it snows here, I just
watch as people get stuck in front of our house on a regular basis after a
little snowfall. I know it's probably mean, but I don't get out much and it's
my form of entertainment. As long as no one is hurt, I'll probably continue to
watch and giggle recalling snowy days gone by.
I love the memories.
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