Blizzard of 2013.... doesn't have the ring to it that Blizzard of '78 has; but then again, it's hard to compete with such a classic. I was just a kid at the time of that famous storm... I remember being amazed to see snow mobiles going past us down the street! We and all the neighbors were out walking to the corner store, everyone was pulling their plastic sleds behind them, so they could tow the groceries home. Only a few things stand out in my mind from that storm. My Grandmother had just come home from having open heart surgury... and there was a BOAT LOAD of snow to play in. I do remember putting on my mother's far too big for me tall rubber boots and jumping off the porch into a snow drift.... the boots plunged in the drift, and I followed, up to my waist in snow... the boots of course got stuck, I began to panic and I had to bail out of them... and climb out of the drift and run back into the house in my cold wet socks!Interesting learning curve our childhoods are....
I did not do any drift diving this past weekend. We were busy trying to stay warm huddled near the fireplace. Felt like we'd stepped back in time... It reminded me of that Irish saying I like,
“Firelight will not let you read fine stories but it's warm and you won't see the dust on the floor.”
We had a wind up radio to keep us amused... and took turns cranking it up to keep it going.
Had some good chuckles with Mum over old stories and talked about the woodstove we will be installing to make sure that we can properly keep ourselves warm in future Blizzards.I always let myself forget about the shoveling part. I'd be more in the camp of tramping it down, but the husband and the Mother seem to think shoveling is the way to go. So outnumbered, I do as they wish. Mum's father, Grampy to me ~ was a fine shoveler.
He never hurried, and he had a system. He had a small square metal shovel, and he waxed the cutting edge with Grammy's old candles... he would chop, chop, chop (like three sides of a square) and scoop, and fling. The path's were works of art. Clean lines, perfectly vertical sides... *cough* until I came running around the house and tried to leap from one side of the perfect and down to the grass path, to the other... I never made it of course... only knocked the snow down in a crumpled mess and sullied his perfect work. According to Mum, I was not the first generation to do it... seems she was guilty of the same crimes 30 years before me.... Needless to say, this did not please him. Usually bad behavior elicited a loud cry of "Glory be to God Irene! ~ Do you see what she's doing?"
Ahhh yes, the memories....
|Dressed like a utility worker with my crank flashlight, how appropriate.|
The animals didn't enjoy the windy snowy storm very much... JoJo was a bit wide eyed from all the things clunking on his roof... and his crazy Mother showing up in her bright yellow crinkly coat, carrying a scary wind up flash light.
I was looking pretty good by Sunday however, when all the ice chunks started falling out of the trees and bouncing off of him... He was NOT pleased.
|Mum. Peanuts... for the squirrels.|
Mum was sure to keep the bird feeders filled.
Cricket seemed to not notice the weather and spent the time frolicking and running around...
The odd green glow in his nose is reflecting off my coat....
|Marley and Ava|
I'm sure the neighbors must love me... as I'm forever trying to beat the frozen cages open... and the beat the ice out of the bowls... quietly. ?? ha ha Sorry.... but it has to be done!!
When I wasn't pulled up to the fireplace, or shoveling or mushing thru the snow to bring food and water to all the outdoor critters, I was in the kitchen snuggled near the stove waiting for water to heat up....to do dishes, or bring to the horses, or to just stand next to, cuz it was warm there!
|1978 I'm standing on top of the neighbors picket fence!|
As is always the way, after the storm has passed ~ you get the most brilliant blue sky to set off the twinkly white snow. We only got a foot, as compared to the two or three other places got, but it was plenty ~ and it's already melting away!
I'm so glad we live in New England, can't imagine living anyplace else really...
|Front lawn at sunset.....Saturday after the storm.|
There's little else like playing in the snow, enjoying the fine art of shoveling, frozen fingers, and the sound of wet gloves sizzling by the fireplace....
|Seems I've always been happy to play in the snow!|