Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
--Bill Morgan, Jr.
We are only a couple of weeks into the Winter of ‘08-’09 and already alot of people are sick of the snow. Here in Western Oregon we don’t get snow that actually sticks very often so I look at sticking snow as something special. I love the silence and beauty of it. It’s almost cleansing. Don’t really care to drive around in it, but I love to watch it through my window. It takes me back to Spokane, Washington when I was growing up. We had a winter one year (’67-’68) when we had 38” of snow on the ground. That was an incredible year for snowballfights, snow forts, and inner-tubing at Manito park. I was in 7th grade that winter and girls weren’t allowed to wear pants to school. So we’d walk along on the top of the snow, and would occasionally fall into an air pocket and were suddenly up to our mid-thigh in snow. And the snow would also be down our boots. Considering we lived just under the 2-mile limit for being ableto ride a school bus, it made for a really long walk to school. Our neighbors, the Mayberry family, had 4 kids -- Marilyn, Marcia, Linda (my friend) and Mark. Their parents were Ed and Lydia, and Ed was the guy that made the determination for the school district if there was going to be school that day or not. That was quite a Winter. I think this could be a comparable Winter here. How exciting for my grandkids to have a memory like this. Most of them will be too young to remember, so Grandma will have to take lots of photos.
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