Snow Day!

Woke up yesterday morning to more snow! This time it kept it up until it was 18 inches deep. Temperature at zero at eight a.m. It's pretty to look at, but it's no fun digging cars out! The boys got some nice, new snow boots. We've all been sick, but are on the mend at last.

I remember when I was a kid living in the middle of the Mojave Desert in California, it snowed, maybe twice in the eighteen years I lived there. The first time, I remember, they closed the school (it was a one-room, fits-all sort of thing) and shut down the highway through town so the kids could sled. Since most of us had been born on the desert, I don't know where the sleds came from -- pieces of cardboard boxes, trashcan lids, I suppose. I think there were a few sleds. One of my friends, who had lived in colder, wetter places, had a pair of ice-skates, and we often put them on to skate through the deep, hot sand. This day, we threw snowballs at each other. This day, my dad scooped up snowballs, put them in a bowl and poured Log Cabin Maple Syrup (remember that little tin house?) with a little canned milk over the top -- Voila! Instant ice cream!

Childhood was the Kingdom where...you made do with what you had! And had fun doing it! And if you remember the little tin Log Cabin, you are as old as I am....

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