It’s very rare to have ice or snow in Dallas, Texas. Perhaps once or twice a year we get winter storms, that bring with it the frozen stuff.
Looking out the window this morning to see snow flakes falling reminded me of my childhood. What are your memories as a child do you have to being snowed or iced in?
Mom would fix hot chocolate with mini marshmellows
Tomato soup with grill cheese sandwiches
A fire in the fireplace and my mom would play board games with me
Build a snowman or snow angels (depending on how deep the snow was)
Yep. I just drove 20 miles to work thru it. It’s 38 degrees outside, and the DFW drivers STILL manage to slide off the road. I guess they’re practicing pre-emptive crashing for when the real snow arrives.
I decided to avoid the drivers and work from home today I have a 30 mile drive to work and it’s only going to get worse outside. Of course tomorrow it will be sunny and warm again.
Right now it’s just cold and overcast, but we’re expected to get “wintry mix” precipitation all day. Then tomorrow and Friday it’s not supposed to get above freezing…
This could be my first white Christmas! In the South, anyway; I had a few when I lived up north.
My cousin lives down in Texas. It’s a stitch whenever his family comes up here because it’s almost always the only time his girls see snow. They certainly never played in snow until they came up here for Christmas.
My memories of being snowed in as a kid? Growing up in Minneapolis, schools were very rarely closed. For many kids school was the only place they would eat for the day, so closing shop would mean no food until the following morning.
I remember in 1982 everything shut down due to a blizzard that swept through town. I went snowmobiling right down the middle of what was usually a very busy street. We played king/queen of the hill on 10’ snow mounds created by plows. My mom kept the hot chocolate (Quik with milk topped with Cool Whip) coming.
We also had a sledding hill at the end of our block. MANY hours would be spent there on my saucer sled, flying over jumps, seeing who could make it across the creek. When we got too cold we’d come home, warm up, and right back out we’d go. At Kelly’s house across the street snow always collected in drifts along their garage. We’d climb onto the garage roof and jump into the snow. Remember moon boots? They were guaranteed to come off if you landed feet first up to your waist. Poor Keith went home crying in wet stocking feet more than once, having lost his boots.
When I was younger than that, I remember spending snow time with my grandma and grandpa. Grandma grew up in the Ukraine and firmly believed a shot of vodka would warm anyone up. Anyone. Even if they didn’t have their permanent teeth yet.
looks outside Well, we’re definately getting that ‘wintry mix’ they were promising us. Good thing I ran my errands this morning: those overpasses and bridges are going to be skating rinks soon.
As for memories of snow… I remember living in Milwaukee, and the wonders of lake effect snow. WHUMP You’ve got snow! Nothing like waiting for the school bus when the snow drifts are taller than you are.
“Is the bus coming yet?” “I dunno, I can’t see around the snow.”
I have a 30 mile drive to work and it’s only going to get worse outside. Of course tomorrow it will be sunny and warm again.