- Posted December 7, 2013 by
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Wintry weather 2014
Goodbye Winter Blues
I use to be one of those people who would tell you that I hate winter but over the past few years I’ve begun to change my position on winter. My husband, has always loved the cold. He will even eat ice cream in freezing temperatures. I use to think he was nuts but I have to rethink that now. My husband was born, raised and spent most of his life in the desert of West Texas. Granted, they had snow sometimes but its nothing like the kind of snow we have up in the Midwest. Their snow usually disappeared the same day. Rain? You can forget about it. If it does rain it’s more of a five minute downpour and then it’s over. I’m more use to the storms that shake the earth and are so loud you can hear it for miles. I’ll even sleep in those kinds of storms.
When I woke up yesterday and saw all the snow on the ground, the closing and the road conditions all I could think about was my childhood in Ohio. I had the same feelings when my husband and I were in Snowmageddon in Kentucky a few years ago. Cold weather, snow, icy road conditions….it’s home sweet home for me. When I was a child I use to love to sled down the hill at the Harding Memorial. It was the best hill to do so in Marion, Ohio. You had to plan your sledding adventure on the right track or you would run into a tree. I loved it. I remember skating at the pond in the park close to the memorial and my best friend’s family skating on the pond close to their house. I built snowmen, made snow angels and even had snowball fights with my cousins. I know how to build an igloo and make the best snow fort possible. I learned not to eat the yellow snow and when making the perfect snowball you need to make certain there’s no ice in it.
I loved the way the world transformed around me into a garden of white. Winter meant hot apple cider (very important in the Midwest states) and hot cocoa. I never wanted to stay indoors when it snowed. Goodbye all the groans and hello winter. Get out there and share some memories with your own children. You never know just how much it will mean to them.