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Childhood Memories

December 1, 2015
by Anesa McGregor , Emmetsburg News

I sit here on the farm listening to the wind blow and watching the snowfall during the first snowstorm of the year, and I remember snowstorms of my childhood. Most people absolutely hate the thought of snow, but I truly look forward to it and hope for that old-fashioned three day blizzard of my childhood.

We think it is terrible when the weatherman says the word snow, but really, it's only an inconvenience. We may lose power and all of our electronic devices will not work. We can't cook because the microwave will not work and our lives are thrown into complete chaos.

I reminisce about days gone by, sounding like someone from the 1800's, and the snowstorms we had when I was a child. Those were the days. Pulling a mattress into the kitchen and shutting that room off from the rest of the house. Playing board games and using our imagination to fill the hours of the passing days, we didn't rely on electricity to be entertained; we entertained ourselves. We bonded as a family. Grew closer and learned about one another. Yes, by the time the blizzard was over, Mom was ready to send us outside to play or at least into different rooms.

We didn't get cold and we never went hungry. Yes, we wore more clothing than normal, but Mom heated the kitchen with the oven from the gas stove and there was always meat in the freezer. I probably wouldn't say that heating a room with an oven fueled by propane is the smartest thing to do, but it worked, and we survived. The only downside to it all, was the lack of lights. Let's face it; it is hard to read by candle light or kerosene lamp. I'm not really sure how the pioneers did it. This meant that bedtime was always earlier than we were used to and we always woke up earlier too.

After the storm was great fun also. Having to dig out the door to even get out of the house was a challenge for a small nine year old girl. But the best of all was the snow banks and drifts left by Mother Nature to play on and slide down. It never seemed to matter how cold it was, playing in that winter wonderland was magical and something every child could hardly wait for.

So next time the snow falls and the wind blows, stop and remember what fun it was when you were a child to experience a time of family bonding and the wonder of winter.

 
 
 

 

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