|My walk passed the duck pond last week|
"School's closed. Snow day".
They thought I was messing with them. They looked at me like, "Why would you tease us like that, you Meanie".
And they grouchily started to stir so as to get ready for school. I had to convince them.
"No really. There's a bunch of snow outside. There's NO school today. Guy on the radio just said."
Still, they just looked at me. Maybe starting to get a little scared. Maybe they needed to call 911 about their mom talking gibberish?
It's not that snow was a new thing, but just the opposite. We'd just moved here from Ogden Valley, Utah where we'd gotten HEAPS of snow. But all that snow meant that we lived very near three ski resorts where the whole point was to get there and play. The roads were always kept impeccably clear, and there wasn't a whole lot of "city" traffic anyway. Snow day? What's that?
Eventually I managed to convince them, and then had to deal with the day-long joyous aftermath...
...which I could understand because of my own memories of snow days while in elementary and middle school.
Some days, I just knew we'd get a snow day, and my prediction would be confirmed as we listened intently as the radio announcer said the magic words. This was back in Ye Olde Days before internet, e-mails, texts...
Snow days typically started out with the shoveling of our sidewalks and driveway - which was relatively long. About 5 miles uphill both ways as I recall. Brother Guano and I had that task and didn't necessarily mind. It was a snow day!
Then Guano usually went around with some other neighborhood boys and cashed in on the business opportunity the snow provided, cleaning up sidewalks and driveways. I didn't partake. That was boy work.
The remainder of the day usually included sledding or tubing with our neighbor friends, as we had our pick of choice hills nearby. We'd come back home all damp and rosey cheeked, and totally trash the house near the back door with our wet snow clothes and boots. Mom usually served up something warm and hearty, like grilled cheese and soup and bonus hot chocolate. I don't remember her nagging us about how we'd totally trashed a portion of the house. Maybe she was just glad we spent so much time outside.
Dang, now it seems like something from a Norman Rockwell painting. Believe me, it wasn't nearly that wholesome.
If we weren't outside shredding hills on our sleds or slaving on the driveway, inside usually meant
Legos. We had this huge set that my grandmother had bought one Christmas. This was back in the days when Legos were just assorted bricks, not specific sets like they are now. Our huge set included bricks of all sizes and colors along with some windows, doors, wheels, fences, trees and some Giant Lego people compared to the minis of today.
In fact, we still have most of that set here today. Anyone want 'em? I'm life-changing tidying up, remember?
I mainly built things like houses and stores and gas stations - places for the giant people to hang out - while Guano made race cars and race cars and race cars and maybe a truck or two (hence the gas stations).
Anyway, eventually another snow day would be in the books. I appreciated them very much. Getting a snow day was like finding a five-dollar bill on the street. Maybe not as poweful as winning the lottery - not that I know ANYTHING about that - but a nice little gift.
Linking up again this week with Mama Kat
4. Describe what snow days were like when you were a child. What made them memorable?