Saturday, December 6, 2014

Not that I am wishing for snow...

The temperature is rising to 50 degrees this weekend, which makes me very happy. I can take this kind of winter.

I was thinking of the snowy December eves when the children were small and their dad and I took them sledding and drove around to see the Christmas lights on all the houses. It was a joyous occasion, a fond family memory.

I'd give each child a couple of  plastic Wonder bread bags and instruct them to put them over their double-socked little feet, and slip them into their waterproof boots, which never were. Bundled up like the Michelin Man, barely able to snap their seat belts, they oohed and ahhed at the lights and discussed which hill they wanted to sled down when we arrived at Carondelet Park.

Usually we selected the busiest one where families congregated. But one year, we decided to try somewhere less crowded, but just as steep. I plopped down on the new sled, a real Radio Flyer, and wrapped my legs around my five year old son. With one shove we were off and zooming, free, soaring faster and faster, and then we went airborne! When the sled struck a concrete ledge, Jason yelled, "YEEHAW!" and I screamed, "Oh no!" He went one way, and I flew off the other side, both of us landing in soft snow. The runners bent on the sled, our egos were bruised, and before the sledding began, it was over!

Later, at home, their dad tried to straighten the runners, but that sled was never the same. For years, we zoomed down slopes and zipped back up hills towing that sled by the ropes. I had such energy then and such enthusiasm for winter.

On those sledding, light-viewing nights we always ended up squeezed into a booth at White Castle, munching burgers and fries and sipping hot chocolate. Such are some of the memories that I hold dear at this time of year.   

7 comments:

Lynn said...

Such a fun memory! I like snow more now than I did when I was younger. What's up with that? I just read all the previous posts. Your great grand baby is so adorable! I'll have to try your whipped cream cookies! And you'll have to share some of those whipped cream stories with the WWWPs! And like you, hopefully change will come more peacefully!

Daisy said...

Sounds like such a lovely family time! I enjoyed reading about this memory of yours, Linda.

Mevely317 said...

Hahahahaha! Love your and Jason's almost-Olympic moment, Linda!

Some of my fondest childhood memories are framed by the snow and ice of northern New Mexico.

Bookie said...

It was so much more fun to be wet and cold and in the snow while snow caked up inside our boots than it is these days!!!!

Val said...

Earlier this week, I was just thinking about how we used to drive around looking at lights. Kid today couldn't put down their phones long enough.

At least you didn't go to Art Hill and end up in the lake, like one of my college friends.

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Sweet memories! I'm glad you're still here to tell the story after that sledding accident.

We had White Castle burger joints in NY as well. They were inexpensive, and you'd need to eat 4-6 of them to equal a decent hamburger.

Sioux said...

Linda--I have such great sledding memories. Thanks for bringing them back to me.