Snow! Save it for a White Christmas

It’s that wonderful time of year when everyone begins to think about snow, holly, Christmas trees, etc. The Christians celebrate Christmas, the Jews celebrate Hanukkah, and add a few extra holidays in there such as Kwanzaa, Yule, and also the winter solstice. It doesn’t really matter what anyone celebrates but the one thing that all have in common in the northern hemisphere and far enough North is the concept of cold temperatures and snow. We’ve even have songs about snow such as White Christmas, Let it Snow, Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, and of course Jingle Bells.

In the last few years, I’ve not even bothered with a Christmas tree. Bah humbug, maybe, but not really. It’s just not worth it for me. Instead I enjoy the trees that my girls put up and decorate. They’ve taken over Christmas Eve dinners. Usually they take turns as to which one will host it. All of the fun and none of the work, the holiday has become easy for me. But this year my one daughter is considering doing something a little different. She wants to experience a little holiday fun in the Big Apple. Just how does she plan on getting there? Oh, she’s driving.

Honey, we live in Virginia. We might get a snowstorm and a couple of inches can be crippling in this area. You’re talking about going further north into Yankee land. They get snow.

She tried very hard to assure me that she knows how to drive in snow. Driving in snow is not really a big problem – it’s snow and snow in Virginia is the same white stuff in Pennsylvania or New York. Except in Virginia, we measure it in small increments. We get two and a half inches. Notice the half inch? They will close down school for a half inch of snow. When you travel North into Yankee Land, snow is measured in feet.

My daughter’s little sports car is adorable, but I don’t think she’s considered snow deep enough to cover her car.

When I was seventeen, I decided to go visit my girlfriend in Pennsylvania. After dinner, I made quick phone to her house, and I was on my way. When I left the island where I was living in New Jersey, the only thing predicted was possible rain. It was normally a few hours drive to my friend’s house. I hadn’t been on the road but maybe twenty minutes when it began to rain. It continued to rain, but then I noticed the rain was getting a little bit icy. I crossed the bridge into Philadelphia and directly into falling snow. From that point forward, I crawled. It should have been just a short ride. Hours later and well after midnight, I finally made it to my girlfriend’s house. No cell phones in those days to call ahead and say hey I’m on the road. I made it and drove down their long driveway to a darkened house. The entire family assumed, because it was snowing, that I would have never attempted that trip. Wrong!

But with all the normal confidence of going to a house that I’d gone to for years that was as much my home and sometimes felt more like home then my own home, I merely found be magical way into a house that was locked with a huge security system. I left my car in the driveway because no one left room for my little car in the garage, which just meant my girlfriend’s mom took up a whole lot of parking space in garage. Yes, we used to tease her. She was lost without valet parking. How she could manage to take up at least two and sometimes as much as three parking spaces in the garage was beyond me. It’s probably why that house had such a huge garage. But if they knew I was coming, her dad always made sure I had plenty of room on his side where he parked his car. No such luck on that cold night. I left my car in the driveway, came in through the mud room, and my little excursion outside to sneak into their house without setting off all the alarms had left me coated in a layer of snow. I took my coat off and hung it over something in the mudroom knowing I would leave a puddle of melted snow under it and I’d probably hear about it in the morning. Then I quietly tiptoed upstairs and climbed into the bed that I always used. And after a very long grueling drive, it didn’t take me but a few seconds to go to sleep. Then I heard my name being called. I was always raised to believe if my father said something, I needed to jump and as quickly as possible. My girlfriend’s father made my father seem like a pussycat. There were actually several reasons for that partly because my father knew her father from the time he was a little boy and my girlfriend’s father was he a grown man compare to my father. I think he was about 15 years older. But his wife was quite a bit younger than he was and I will tell you that story another day. So when he called, I rose off that bed came flying down the stairs. He looked at me standing there in my pajamas and said I saw your coat so where is your car? I simply replied it’s in the driveway. He told me to go find it. This man was probably six-six or six-seven and had a very deep baritone voice, so as a teen, he could be a little frightening. (Another words, I didn’t play around, although he was always nice to me and everyone else. I was probably just as much a daughter to him as his own daughter.) Back up the stairs I flew and by then my friend was awake. We pulled on our jeans, but I had come without any boots. So I borrowed her mother’s boots because we were about the same size.

My car was a little MG Midget. Very cute and very tiny, and it was a convertible with a soft top, meaning it had black canvas for a roof. My friend and I had to walk out from the mudroom because the snow is too deep to try to get onto it from the garage door area. But the mudroom exit meant I could just skip the steps down to a walkway and walk across the snow I really figured I’d find my car easily except there wasn’t even a lump in the snow to give any indication where my car was parked. My girlfriend and I went out to approximately the area where I thought I parked my car. We got on our bellies and began to sweep snow away,and we had to try to figure out how far down to sweep the snow because we didn’t want to put a foot through the roof. It took a while, swimming the breaststroke on top of the snow, but we eventually found my car. Once we had done that, her father could take his big Jeep out with a plow on the front and clear the driveway.

The weekend that had started as a nightmare of a drive and then a lost vehicle under the snow, actually turned into one of those magnificent memories of playing in the snow. We took the horses out, staying mostly to the wooded areas. We rode for hours. Snow has a way of making the world very quiet. (Fortunately, I always had a pair of riding boots at her house.)

Then that night we had more snow followed by an ice storm. Not a little ice – a whole lot of ice. It knocked the power out. Her family had a generator, but it didn’t power everything. We didn’t care. For us it was an adventure, and we had fun. Kerosene lamps sat in the main room downstairs. We carried candles upstairs when we headed to bed. The following morning, we put on ice skates and we ice skated over fields and meadows. At seventeen and eighteen, we were old enough that no one said come in, you’ve been out there too long. We did what we pleased.

We traded ice skates for boots. We did some cross country skiing. We’d come in long enough to drink coffee or hot chocolate. We’d grab something yummy from the refrigerator (powered by generator) and go back out again. Just for fun, we built an igloo in the front yard. We couldn’t stand up in it, maybe somebody’s five-year-old could, but we could crawl around in it. We washed it down in water so that it would freeze. I think the igloo probably lasted until April.

The ice had taken down the phone lines and I couldn’t even call home to alert my mom that I would not be home. That also meant I would not be in school on Monday morning because I couldn’t get away from where I was.

No matter what, the horses had to be cared for and fed. Once we had the ice, we couldn’t go riding, as it would have been too dangerous for the horses. They had their heavy blankets and we gave them extra oats and sneaked a few carrots and apples to them.

The family dog was almost as old as we were and she couldn’t stay out very long with us, but we let her come, and then we put her back in the house while we wandered hill and dale.

I remember such a storm as a child and my dad and I went around the neighborhood and collected people and brought them to our house. We had a huge fireplace and Mom had the ability to cook over that fireplace. Our house became a madhouse of people and children, and although I had a chance to go outside and play, it was not the same. The ten years difference between those storms was the difference between being trapped inside and having total freedom.

Never once have my children ever experienced anything like that. The area in Virginia where we live does not get that kind of snow. My girls cannot imagine ice skating across fields. But now I’m listening to a daughter who’s talking about heading north, because she knows how to drive in snow. I haven’t had to drive in snow, well in deep snow, probably since I was seventeen. But I two feet of snow on the ground and more snow falling.

I wonder if my daughter even knows she needs to carry a shovel, sand, etc in her car, a blanket for each of us, and I think we will need lots of chocolate. We still haven’t decided, but I’m crossing my fingers that we’ll go north and we’ll have fun. With a little luck, the really heavy snows will stay away until at least until Christmas Eve and by then we will have returned home.

Love puppies?

This year’s Authors of Main Street beautiful box set of holiday stories to warm your heart contains Christmas Paws.

Flint just opened another Joe Wags. Paisley is forty-something, divorced, and the mother to two grown girls. She wasn’t looking to find love nor was her oldest daughter. Maybe it was an Irish Setter named Cinnabun who’s at fault.

Here’s a little tidbit of that story for you.

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Flint looked around and grabbed a cup of coffee.

“Is that your way of being certain that the coffee is always fresh? Do you ever get tired of drinking so much?” Paisley grinned as she said it.

“Never. And your coffee is always fresh. I do have a question for you.”

Paisley swallowed and sat at a table. “What’s up?”

“Are you doing anything different – something that you find works well and brings in customers?”

“Sorta. I figured it doesn’t cost much so I keep training treats and other goodies by the registers. People know that their dogs can sample whatever is there.”

Flint turned in his seat and then walked to the jars on the counter.

She followed and whispered, “Stand back and watch.”

Aileen brought in her Foxhound. The dog anxiously waited in line. Then he stood on his hind legs with his front paws on the counter. “Here, Major. Here’s your little treat. I would like a hazelnut caramel coffee and– Stop it, Major. You got your treat. Oh dear, do you still have the pumpkin cookies for the dogs?”

Tim smiled as he waited on them. “Does Major want the large-sized cookie?”

“Give him two of the medium ones and a large minty breath chew.”

The dog’s tail was wagging so hard it could have been considered a weapon.

“And you always have the jar out there?” Flint asked.

Paisley grimaced. “Sometimes it’s a plate with samples of whatever is new or an old favorite. I had the pumpkin cookies for a week, and then I went to the mint chews. This week I have the new Bitty Betty Beef training treats. I announce which treat on the sandwich board by the front door.”

“Keep it up.” He looked at her. “How do the customers like Bitty Betty Beef?”

“Well, I’ve not had a single complaint from one of the dogs, and I’ve never had an owner make any comments.”

Flint went to the jar and grabbed a few treats.

Aileen smiled politely at him.

Flint, the perpetual showman, kept that sweet smile on his face and turned on his charm. “They are new treats. Seems your dog likes them. Have you tried them?”

The look Aileen gave him was priceless.

“Really, everything I sell is one hundred percent human grade food. Taste!” He handed her one and put a few in his mouth.

Paisley looked at Aileen and reached into the jar. “It’s true. It’s all top quality.”

Paisley popped a little treat in her mouth and immediately spit it out. “Oh, that was disgusting.”

Flint swallowed. “On second thought, don’t try the Bitty Betty Beef. I promise, you will not like it.”

Flint looked at Major. “What did you think? Do you need another to be sure before you comment?”

Flint reached into the jar, grabbed a few Bitty Betty Beef treats, and fed them to the dog. “I do believe, Major approves.”

Aileen looked at Flint. “He’d eat road kill if I let him.”

Flint put on his best smile. “In that case, I’m sure he’d love a whole container of Bitty Betty Beef.”

Paisley vanished into the back room and dissolved into laughter that made tears run down her cheeks. Oh, Flint, I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe I put one in my mouth. I wish I had my toothbrush. Her laughter rose to the surface again. Maybe I’ll grab one of the mint chews to whiten my teeth and freshen my breath while removing any tartar. Won’t my dentist be thrilled?

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

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11 Responses to Snow! Save it for a White Christmas

  1. frejatravels says:

    wouw…. interesting read about your childhod and had fun with snow. I too like snow and enjoy skiing eventhough I am not good at it, he..he… but the feeling of freedom to be out there in the mountain and careness was the best.

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    • E. Ayers says:

      Thanks for stopping. Yes, to be outside with the beauty of nature and to be able to enjoy it is worth everything.

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      • frejatravels says:

        Ageed. It is very nice to be out and explore:)

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        • E. Ayers says:

          The internet has allowed us to peek into the backyards of friends around the world and see what they see. Every country has it’s own beauty. Even places like here in North America we have tropical paradises to glaciers and everything in-between. Yet a friend from Crete shares pics with me and it’s so beautiful there. Our own Main Street Authors, Lizzi and Jude live in New Zealand and yet their “backyards” are totally different. But being able to enjoy nature is something that many don’t consider. It’s sitting on a rock in the middle of a creek in the mountains and having lunch. Or walking along the beach and watching the tide roll in and seagulls squawking. Fly fishing is on my bucket list. What’s on yours?

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          • frejatravels says:

            It is soo true I am from New Zealand and really love the scenery and nature there compare with Denmark which basically non existent nature. That is what I miss live here, but they have better Christmas market here than in NZ. ha..ha..
            Hmm…. bucket list…..probably canoeing (I done it before but it was ages ago).

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            • E. Ayers says:

              I love to canoe. There’s a wonderful place not far from me where I can rent a canoe and go out on the water. My granddaughter was so used to going. She went from the time she was a toddler. Now she’s grown, moved away, and goes kayaking. It’s just such a tranquil thing to do. Of course it’s darn cold to go out on the water now. I’ll wait until it gets warm again.
              🙂

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  2. Jill James says:

    We got about an inch here so far, but it makes everything look so pretty. Maybe that is why it is so dangerous? It looks pretty, but it is slippery and stuff.

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    • E. Ayers says:

      Snow is pretty until it loses that pristine look. Then it just becomes a grey mess. The day’s sun will melt it; the evening temps will freeze it. Driving in it can be wicked and when you least expect it. Shoveling it is hard work. Oh, I think that’s why I live in the SE corner of Virginia. Very little snow here and it’s usually gone the next day.
      🙂

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  3. susanrhughes says:

    That cover is cute!

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