Today we join
Thankful for all Veterans who served, are serving and will serve and protect their countries.
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This is our inspiration for today
The winter of 1973
It snowed A LOT, three weeks in a row!
It never warmed up enough to melt
To stay warm
you needed a pelt
The side walks were shoveled
snow thrown to the side.
By week three the system had moved on.
Out into the frozen tundra went we three.
Dad
Mom and 18 month old toddler
We walked gingerly
On the shoveled sidewalk.
Our daughter was dwarfed by
mounds of frozen snow on either side.
Her eyes sparkled
Her world turned magically white
above her head and to her left and right.
It was quite a sight!!
Side note: We lived in an apartment complex.
Maintenance shoveled the snow off all the side walks.
The front yards were were at least 2 1/2 feet deep with frozen
snow. Which made it impossible to play or build a snowman.
oh my that was a snowmageddon, but at least the little one loved it . we had this in 1978... no power, no heating just snow... my grampy spent the night in a pub, the beer pump didn't work, so they drank liquors and listened to the only one record of an old gramophone (sing, nightingale, sing) and they transported the grampy home in the morning, with using a closet door as a stretcher... wow the granny was on fire, even in that cold...
ReplyDeleteOMC that sounds like an igloo...brrr.. Lovely poem. Warm Pawkisses for a Happy Day🐾😽💞
ReplyDeleteWe love your poem and we love the snow but not too much all at once.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, we remember a few "historic" snow storms ... often a nuisance, but sometimes also fun!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you had all that snow! We had a big snow like that back in 1982. We had just bought our first house and hadn't closed on it yet... that was back in Missouri where you would expect a big snow. Great poem for a big snowfall!
ReplyDeleteThe worst snow ever for us was while living in Europe and one Winter in particular in New Ulm, Germany. WHOA Nelly! But out=r trusty VW got us here and there because it was wet snow. Not the "ball bearing" snow we have here where I live.
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ReplyDeleteThat brought a flashback to my very young childhood - 1963 to be precise, when this happened in the Bonny Land and we had a tractor come rescue us from the snowdrifted car!!! YAM xx
from 1953 to 1959 i lived in KY and saw snow a few times a year, but nothing like this photo or your story.. we walked to school in snow, but usually about 4 inches, just enough to need rubber boots. in 53 we 4 in our family had never seen snow and the first one we stayed out in it all day, it was wondrous to our eyes and the 4 and 5 foot long icicles hanging off our roof were amazing to us
ReplyDeleteToo much cold and snow for me
ReplyDeleteWe enjoyed your poem and story of the big snow. The weather peeps are telling us we will be back to our usual amount of snow this year thanks to La Nina but we can handle it.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lot of snow.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great poem! But we hope it's not a harbinger of the winter to come.
ReplyDeleteI love your poems. You do them so very well.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous Thankful Thursday. Big hug. ♥
We always love and respect our heroes too. That's some cute poem, brrrrr. Thanks for joining our Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful memory/poem!!
ReplyDeleteThat was a lot of snow. We have only had 2 very big snowfalls that I can remember. one in 1963 and one in 1973. The storm of 1973 we had only been married 2 years. All the water froze so we couldn't use the hot water from the tank because it wouldn't refill. We had to go to a neighbour's farm to collect water in milk churns. Before we could do that we had to get the lane unblocked. The gale force winds had whipped the snow into 7 foot drifts in places making the already narrow lane impassable. Several of the men from neighbouring farms got busy with shovels and managed to clear enough to get through with tractors. For that reason I am very glad I don't live somewhere that gets a lot of snow!
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I bet you were glad you didn't have to shovel it. :) XO
ReplyDeleteYour description, was, in a word: Lovely
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet "memory" poem ! I can remember being little and thinking snow was pure magic. My Dad never thought it was as he struggled to shovel it!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Pam
By the winter of '73 I was living in the middle of Ohio, where there was always a lot of snow in the winter. I do remember the winter of '93 here in East Tennessee - it was like what you just described. It's fun for one winter episode...
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