My Ashtabula self was driving around a friend from New Jersey on roads that looked marginally better than those in the first picture. The entire drive was spent with Gary yelling from the back seat "why are we driving on unplowed roads?" and us clearly explaining that as long as you are down to the base layer of snow and it's mostly packed that's considered plowed.
That has taken second place to the time that John (doesn't matter which one - we all know one) foolishly took his snow scraper out of his car over the summer and ended up using a golf club as a makeshift snow brush during the first October snowstorm our junior year of high school.
Thanks so much for this! Western PA was the same. I wore pants and boots under my skirt (1950s) and carried my shoes in a bag. Left the boots and pants on the bus and they were there when we got back. We learned to shovel too. My favorite tale is when I was about 6 and my brother 5--our dog just had puppies, and for reasons unknown, she took them out across a field. We could hear them, but overnight a lot of snow had fallen. My mom took us with her, walked all the way there, making a path for us as she went. Probably 1/4 mile. She took two puppies, I took one, and my brother whined all the way back. He wanted mom to carry him! Why are dogs so dumb sometimes?
I grew up in Huron, also in the snow belt of Lake Erie. We lived in a little ranch house, single story, and my folks actually had pictures of the drifts going right up over our roof. My older sister probably has those pictures somewhere in “a safe place” - she was the official keeper of all the stuff that was mom and dad’s. I’m in central Maine now, and although we certainly get plenty of snow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen drifts like we had in Ohio.
I grew up in Huron, also in the snow belt of northern Ohio. We lived in a little ranch, single story, and when we had a good storm, drifts actually went right up over the roof. Still boggles my mind to remember it. I know there were pictures of this, but my older sister probably has them. She’s the official “keeper of all the stuff”! I’ve lived in Maine for over 50 years now and we certainly get snowstorms, but I still think lake effect snows beat Maine snows!
Loved this! Grew up in Northern Illinois where my Dad was the township road commissioner. You did not want to answer our phone in the winter time. Some a**hole would make my sister or I cry--we were in grade school and middle school--and my Dad would have to go out with his truck only to find out the dickwad that made his girls cry was complaining because the township snowplow plowed him in after he had already his driveway. Not our problem Dude, don't call again. (Cell phones with call block would have been very handy!)
Your parents reaction to the little prince almost getting taken out reminds me of my husband's family. He was the youngest with about 12 years separating him from his 2 older sisters. To hear him tell it, they teased him relentlessly, told him he was adopted and locked him in any room with a door. The Girls' take: you would have thought it was the second coming when the little guy was born, so yea, there was some resentment! Ha! Sorry for this long comment, but you brought back memories...
I, too, remember the blizzard of '78. I just graduated from Bowling Green State U. and decided I would make the drive home to south Dayton straight down I-75 in my family's '64 Chrysler Newport. Drove like a tank, but had holes in the floor. I wondered why I was the only car on the road. Saw others abandoned and in snow drifts. Took me 6 hours to go a short distance. Finally gave up and checked into a hotel full of truck drivers. After that, I figured I could do just about anything.
Did it ever hit home when you said “The Prince”. I am 2nd oldest of 3 girls with brother being the baby. He is now in his 50’s but he was always the Prince too! And getting bundled up in the winter to go out to play AND had bread sacks inside our boots to try to keep our socks dry.
I moved from Cleveland to Columbus in 1988 and was underwhelmed by the paltry snowfall. We’ve driven north every Christmas since then and I know exactly where that line between your pictures is.
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You always leave me with a smile on my face and a remembrance of earlier snowy days in my past. As I have basked in sunny California weather for the past 40 years, it's sometimes hard to remember those teeth chattering, car skidding, first snow of the season memories, but you brought me right back to them. Drive safe, Connie!
Being a Cleveland takes a strong backbone. I remember walking down Pearl Rd. with walls of snow on both sides of us. I'm not sure where we were going. I think it was to the Mercury theater to see a movie. Amazing that the movie was still on! I loved the snow and still do. I spent a lot of time in our backyard as a kid just playing with my cocker spaniel. Thanks for reviving those memories.
Being raised in the snow belt south of Buffalo (Hamburg/Boston) much of what you wrote about resonated with me and brought back many fond memories.... and some not so fond. But a conglomeration of fun and struggles is what makes up the quilt of life of a snow warrior. I’m a proud snow warrior.
There is a reason I choose to think of the San Francisco Bay Area as where I belong, even though grandchildren have drawn me to snow country in another state quite often the last couple of years. For their sake, I persist, but I will never, ever learn to drive in the snow. I will call for a Lyft, a spouse, a son or daughter-in-law to drive me in that cold white foreign land. Or there is always FaceTime, even when they are only a neighborhood away. I'm a west coast wimp, what can I say?
Raised in PA. Can't love this enough! ♥️♥️
My Ashtabula self was driving around a friend from New Jersey on roads that looked marginally better than those in the first picture. The entire drive was spent with Gary yelling from the back seat "why are we driving on unplowed roads?" and us clearly explaining that as long as you are down to the base layer of snow and it's mostly packed that's considered plowed.
That has taken second place to the time that John (doesn't matter which one - we all know one) foolishly took his snow scraper out of his car over the summer and ended up using a golf club as a makeshift snow brush during the first October snowstorm our junior year of high school.
Thanks so much for this! Western PA was the same. I wore pants and boots under my skirt (1950s) and carried my shoes in a bag. Left the boots and pants on the bus and they were there when we got back. We learned to shovel too. My favorite tale is when I was about 6 and my brother 5--our dog just had puppies, and for reasons unknown, she took them out across a field. We could hear them, but overnight a lot of snow had fallen. My mom took us with her, walked all the way there, making a path for us as she went. Probably 1/4 mile. She took two puppies, I took one, and my brother whined all the way back. He wanted mom to carry him! Why are dogs so dumb sometimes?
I grew up in Huron, also in the snow belt of Lake Erie. We lived in a little ranch house, single story, and my folks actually had pictures of the drifts going right up over our roof. My older sister probably has those pictures somewhere in “a safe place” - she was the official keeper of all the stuff that was mom and dad’s. I’m in central Maine now, and although we certainly get plenty of snow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen drifts like we had in Ohio.
I grew up in Huron, also in the snow belt of northern Ohio. We lived in a little ranch, single story, and when we had a good storm, drifts actually went right up over the roof. Still boggles my mind to remember it. I know there were pictures of this, but my older sister probably has them. She’s the official “keeper of all the stuff”! I’ve lived in Maine for over 50 years now and we certainly get snowstorms, but I still think lake effect snows beat Maine snows!
Loved this! Grew up in Northern Illinois where my Dad was the township road commissioner. You did not want to answer our phone in the winter time. Some a**hole would make my sister or I cry--we were in grade school and middle school--and my Dad would have to go out with his truck only to find out the dickwad that made his girls cry was complaining because the township snowplow plowed him in after he had already his driveway. Not our problem Dude, don't call again. (Cell phones with call block would have been very handy!)
Your parents reaction to the little prince almost getting taken out reminds me of my husband's family. He was the youngest with about 12 years separating him from his 2 older sisters. To hear him tell it, they teased him relentlessly, told him he was adopted and locked him in any room with a door. The Girls' take: you would have thought it was the second coming when the little guy was born, so yea, there was some resentment! Ha! Sorry for this long comment, but you brought back memories...
All weepy, here (in California), at our Connie’s wit, charm, humility, pathos, glorious writing. A jewel.
I, too, remember the blizzard of '78. I just graduated from Bowling Green State U. and decided I would make the drive home to south Dayton straight down I-75 in my family's '64 Chrysler Newport. Drove like a tank, but had holes in the floor. I wondered why I was the only car on the road. Saw others abandoned and in snow drifts. Took me 6 hours to go a short distance. Finally gave up and checked into a hotel full of truck drivers. After that, I figured I could do just about anything.
Did it ever hit home when you said “The Prince”. I am 2nd oldest of 3 girls with brother being the baby. He is now in his 50’s but he was always the Prince too! And getting bundled up in the winter to go out to play AND had bread sacks inside our boots to try to keep our socks dry.
I moved from Cleveland to Columbus in 1988 and was underwhelmed by the paltry snowfall. We’ve driven north every Christmas since then and I know exactly where that line between your pictures is.
Lovely
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You always leave me with a smile on my face and a remembrance of earlier snowy days in my past. As I have basked in sunny California weather for the past 40 years, it's sometimes hard to remember those teeth chattering, car skidding, first snow of the season memories, but you brought me right back to them. Drive safe, Connie!
Being a Cleveland takes a strong backbone. I remember walking down Pearl Rd. with walls of snow on both sides of us. I'm not sure where we were going. I think it was to the Mercury theater to see a movie. Amazing that the movie was still on! I loved the snow and still do. I spent a lot of time in our backyard as a kid just playing with my cocker spaniel. Thanks for reviving those memories.
Being raised in the snow belt south of Buffalo (Hamburg/Boston) much of what you wrote about resonated with me and brought back many fond memories.... and some not so fond. But a conglomeration of fun and struggles is what makes up the quilt of life of a snow warrior. I’m a proud snow warrior.
There is a reason I choose to think of the San Francisco Bay Area as where I belong, even though grandchildren have drawn me to snow country in another state quite often the last couple of years. For their sake, I persist, but I will never, ever learn to drive in the snow. I will call for a Lyft, a spouse, a son or daughter-in-law to drive me in that cold white foreign land. Or there is always FaceTime, even when they are only a neighborhood away. I'm a west coast wimp, what can I say?