“I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.” – A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas
As I’m writing this there is snow gently falling from the sky and the ground is covered.
I woke up this morning to the sound of a plow scraping the roads clear. I got up to check the school closings list, expecting at least a 2 hour delay. Somewhat surprisingly there was none.
But it got me thinking about how the same event can be perceived differently by different people.
As a young kid, many of us loved the idea of a snow day. We hoped we’d wake up to the soft hush a blanket of snow causes, broken only by the occasional scrape of the snow plow. Perhaps we might hear the sound of wheels spinning as a car tried to gain traction to keep on its way. Some even created rituals, such turning their pjs inside out, or sleeping with a spoon under our pillows. (For the record I actually never even heard of any of these until I was an adult). A snow day meant a day of fun in the snow: building a snowman, or better a snow fort and having snow ball fights. I recall one particularly expansive snow fort friends and I built in a snow bank in the center of Falls Village where we grew up. It had a main chamber from which we could survey our domain and at least two side tunnels we could craw through, leading to smaller “towers” that could fit one of us, to provide flanking fire for anyone foolish enough to try an assault on the main chamber.
Sometimes we’d even play the hero and after one blizzard at least, a friend and I went through town, uncovering buried cars, just in case anyone was trapped. Fortunately no one was. Of course we also then had to at one point dodge a snowplow by scrambling through a 5′ embankment of snow created by previous plows.
As we got older, we may have given up on the rituals and built fewer snowmen, but we still enjoyed our snow days. It meant a break from school, perhaps a chance to catch up on homework. But it also often meant chores, the need to shovel the walk, or worse the driveway.
Then we got older still and now we didn’t get days off. We were told, “the office is still open. Please drive safely.” Now those spinning tires we heard as a child were us, trying to keep straight, and on the road, in order to get to work. Those snowplows we hoped to hear as a child were both a boon and a bane. They helped clear the roads, but also seemed to be in the way.
If our children were young enough, suddenly a day off from school for them, became a burden for us as we struggled to find a sitter or some form of daycare.
We no longer looked forward to forecasts of snow. We dreaded them. We started our own rituals, some actually more effective than what we practiced as a child. We’d pre-salt the walkway. We’d make sure we had a snowbrush inside the house ready to go so we could clear off the car before opening the door.
It was the same event, but a completely different perspective. I think I preferred the childhood perspective.
And the irony is not lost on me that my job now actually permits me to sit at home, avoiding the drive, and to write about the snow.
For me, even when I have to drive in it, I actually love the snow and snow days.
For you, I hope you get the day you want, young or old, snow or not.
Glad Greg had so many good memories from his childhood in FV. Memories that will be kept by me & given on to his kids. I am proud of him. I cried when reading this. His mom
Hello miss Rosemary. It’s been a long long time. I remember those days very well. I have great memories of our times growing up. It was so awesome to see Greg, and meet his at the reunion after all the years. One of these days I want to have a nice, long conversation with him about current events in the country. He’s much more in touch with what’s really happening. As opposed to what you hear and see. It’s like I don’t know who to believe anymore. One things for sure though, I’ll believe my dear old friend, my J.M. I hope you are doing well, my moms living we me now in S.C. Father Time still stands undefeated, so it’s time for me to give back to the women who gave me so much. So hello from the Roy’, and enjoy the holidays.
Darren, what a surprise to here from you.It brought me such joy. Happy Holidays & Happy Memories. Please give my love to your mom. Love to you too over the miles between us.