I've been hearing that song on the radio too much, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." So stop already! I'm getting a little tired of hearing the song and I'm getting a little tired of seeing those white flakes everywhere. (I know it's not dandruff.)
When I was young, very young, I used to love winter and the snow. The more snow the better. There were no real hills around to go sledding so in order for us to go a thrill, we needed piles of it to create our own sliding hill. And that happened quite often.
Toboggans were the cool thing to have back then, there were none of these plastic little saucers or mini plastic sleds to use.
My neighbors, who I was with on those few "no school" days, had the neatest toboggan. It was silver and shiny.
Those same neighbors used to flood their back yard and make an ice skating rink every year. I spent a lot of time at the rink. I was always jealous of my friend as she skated past me backwards. I could have been that talented, too, really, if I could have stayed on my feet. What fun it was, especially at night when it was snowing ever so lightly.
I remember the blizzard of 1975 when things were literally shut down for days. Even though I was in high school by then, it was a good time to go back to being a "kid" and enjoying the snow. After all, it did get us out of school.
And as I grew older still, and began driving, I tried to be a cautious driver but did take the ditch a couple times. One of those times I was on my way to Moline to visit a friend and the weather turned bad half way from my starting point. I began sliding on the highway, still heavily traveled, and began slowly sinking down the deepest ditch I had ever seen. It seemed like it took forever for me to get to the bottom of the ditch and as I looked up to the road, I wondered if I would need a rope to get me, not my car, up to the top. And then, I had to depend on people I didn't know to get me to the nearest town to locate a tow truck driver and then I had to try to tell the tow truck driver just where in the world my car was. When we did locate it, it looked like a little match-box car and I again marveled over how I made it all the way down there.
And then I had kids and snow once again became fun as they got their first touch of it and made their first snowman. Their eyes glowed so bright, it nearly melted the snow.
I shared with them the "Fox and Goose" snow game that I used to play and they wanted to go out in the snow all the time to play. Then I realized I had four times as many wet clothes to deal with and then it got to be no fun anymore!
And now, I am old and crabby when it snows. I get nervous driving in it and am nervous about other drivers not being as overly-cautious as me. Plus we now have a young driver in the house who makes me nervous when he is driving on dry, clear days. I have had to tell him until his DAD can take the time to drive with him and give him some winter driving lessons, then he has lost his independence. He hasn't argued with me 'cause he knows I'm not one to change my mind on things I am so serious about.
It is only the first week of December. What is in store for us for the rest of the season? You know, maybe Santa Claus has the best transportation around; maybe I'll see if while he is making his lists and checking on the kids, maybe I'll catch a ride with him. Do you suppose he would mind taking me here and there all day long while I'm on the job?
Happy snow scooping.
* Lorri Glawe is a Pilot-Tribune staff writer. Reach her at lglawe@stormlake