I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!
Winter is not my favorite season. My fingers and toes were frostbit when I was a teenager, so I don’t like the cold. I’m too old and decrepit to start ice skating again…it was my favorite winter sport as a child. I don’t have a garage and dislike clearing the ice and snow off my car if I want to go any place.
But I like the seasonal changes that take place where I live. And new-fallen snow is really, really beautiful. And I now have my first goose-down coat. Aaaah, life is good.
Yesterday as I went out into the new snow…in my new very warm jacket…this is what I encountered.
I now think winter just might be my favorite season…for now.
I’ve not been very good about posting lately (my life is in a bit of chaos). But, I thought I’d try to get back into the ‘holiday mood’ by re-posting this from two years ago.
“When I was a kid, Halloween nights were very memorable. There were so many kids in our neighborhood that I can remember what seemed like a mass of humanity flowing from house to house for blocks. We had pillow cases full of candy by the end of the evening. One year my sister Teacher and I were dressed as Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy. When we didn’t stay close to each other, people tended to think someone was coming back for seconds and wouldn’t give the straggler didn’t get any candy.
That taught me a good lesson: stay close to my sister. I have ever since, and she is my best friend.”
I came across this recently, and being the mad genealogist that I am, I thought I’d share this with you. I often think about my ancestors…the many great-grandparents…and wonder what they were like.