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Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Fond Memories of Snow Days , Snow Cream, and Sled Rides by Laurean Brooks.


When I was a child, my siblings and I impatiently waited for the last week of January because it usually meant the promise of snow days. As the end of the month neared, we crossed our fingers and prayed for a snowfall deep enough to close Palmersville School.

When snow fell during the night, Mama would turn on the radio the next morning and tune into the local WCMT station. We'd huddle with bated breath waiting for the radio announcer to belt out, “Weakley County Superintendent Biggs Danner has announced, there will be no school in Weakley County.” When we heard this, we shouted, squealed, and danced a jig. Well...everyone except Mama.

With the first layer of fresh snow lying like a pristine blanket on the ground, Ralph, Jewell, Paul and I couldn't wait to finish breakfast and pull the makeshift sled from the well house where it was stored for safekeeping. Our older brother, Ralph had constructed it from rough lumber. It was cumbersome and resembled a wooden pallet. Only after the snow was firmly packed would it glide down the hill.



In addition, Ralph had converted a lid from an old wringer-washer into a circular sledding machine by removing the knob. The circular top was impossible to steer, spinning its passenger around and around. as it swiftly descended the wooded hill and raced toward the frozen creek at the bottom. All the rider could do was get a good grip, pray, and hang on.


The most exciting part of the ride was halfway down the hill where the sled or top met a gnarled root protruded from a tree stump. The ice-covered root became a launching ramp for the sled and propelling the sled and top through the air. Staying on the sled was much easier than clinging to the washing machine lid, once it struck the root.

Gripping onto the lid for dear life, we struggled to stay upright. Ofttimes we were flung off at that point, spoiling the fun. Dizzy from the ride, it took a couple of minutes to get our bearings after the ride ended—that is if we made it to the bottom of the hill intact. The ride on the washing machine lid was comparable to a tilt-a-whirl, except it was free and we could ride as many times as we desired. At least until we tired of slogging up the hill with the lid tucked under one arm.


When our fingers and toes started to grow numb, we'd trudge up the hill to the house. On the porch, we'd stamp off the excess snow from our boots before we entered. Sometimes Mama had cups of steaming cocoa ready for us.


After we'd drunk it and warmed up to the Warm Morning wood stove, she might send one of us out to pack snow in a large mixing bowl, for snow cream. We were instructed to scoop it from either the truck hood or the the top of the well house.

“Just be sure there's no soot in it,” she'd holler from the back door, noting which way the wind was blowing the smoke from our chimney.

When we brought the snow in, she stirred in sugar and vanilla, then milk. She always used evaporated milk to make it creamier. Mm...I can almost taste that snow cream now.

Which January memories pop into your mind? Please share them with us. We would love to hear them.


                                 



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8 comments:

  1. Your tales about your life are so much fun to read. I never had snow cream, nor heard of it. But I remember sliding down our farm hill on a shovel. We kids found anything that would slide to use. Happy New Year!

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  2. A shovel? Judy Ann, I've never heard of sledding on that. But you can bet we would've tried if we'd thought of it. Sounds like fun.

    Thank you for stopping in to comment. I always enjoy reading them.

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  3. You must have had the most fabulous childhood, Laurean. Loved your post.

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  4. Thank you for dropping by, Joan. When I look back, there were doses of painful memories, too. But I choose to reflect on and share the funny and happy moments.

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  5. I remember the taste of snow ice cream although my mom wasn't a fan of making it. She considered it a waste of milk and vanilla. Only about once a year would she let us persuade her to make it. We lived in a flat neighborhood in West Texas so there was no place to go sledding. I was always sickly so I doubt my mom would have let me anyway. But while we still lived in California I did go once when I was six and our extended family went to Sequoia for snow sports. I was too little to ride on the toboggan, so a woman said she would take me sledding. She didn't know how to steer very well and when we were going too fast, she turned into the woods. We turned over in a pile of large pine cones. I was fine because I landed on snow and her. She landed on the pine cones. It was exciting, but that's the only time I've ever been sledding. I'm more the look at the pretty snow from inside the house.

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    1. Lol, Caroline. Your bad experience with sledding must have marked you for life. It can happen if you're young. At least you landed on the woman. We tumbled off the washing machine top countless times, but the thrill of the ride kept us coming back.

      Thank you for commenting. I appreciate it.

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  6. It didn't snow very much when I grew up but I do remember my parents making snow ice cream for us. It was such a treat when it did snow. Fun blog today.

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    1. Thanks, Bea, for stopping by. My daughter-in-law had not experienced snow cream until she and my son came home for a Christmas visit a few years back. She also got caught in her first snowball battle. It was all in fun.

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