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Playing In The Snow

By Marilyn (

Did you play in the snow when you were growing up? I did. I went sledding on the hillsides and at other times I helped to build snow forts. I threw snowballs and once I got a black eye from one.

I attended school in a rural area of WV, and I walked a mile every morning to get there. There was no such thing as school being closed for the day because it had snowed. There were only sixteen or twenty pupils in the school and maybe only four or five would show up. The teacher was always there and we would always have our lessons. It was a one room school and there was a pot-belly stove in the middle of the room. On cold snowy days, the teacher would place our reading bench around the stove and that's where we would read and do our arithmetic.

When my son and daughter were young, I would dress them in a coat and hat and take them outside to play in the snow. I have so many memories of those times, and to this day I can hear them squealing as they rode their sled down the hillside.

What memories do you have about your times in the snow? If you grew up in an area that didn't get snow, then maybe you'll put your imagination to work and tell us what might be like. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.


Playing In The Snow...Now and Then

Swampetta (


...The first 10 flakes of snow called you to come out and make a snowman or a snow angel. You were expected to lose at least 2 mittens per snowstorm. Your Mom had a supply of single mittens for those occasions. You and the kids in the neighborhood would have snowball fights and you would build a snow fort. Sometimes the girls would make the snowballs and the boys would throw them. That way if your side lost the boys would blame the girls for deficient snow balls, and the fact that none of them could hit the side of a barn in full daylight could be overlooked. One time we decided to have a boy vs. girl snow war. There was Janice, Pearl, Donna, Maryann and me against Howie, Otis, Frankie, Junior, Bobby and his brother Johnny. They thought that they were sure to win because:

They were BOYS!
There were six of them and five of us.
They had a bigger wall around their snow fort.

They didn’t.

They couldn’t keep up with us in snowball making because they were so used to having us do it for them and they gave the job to Junior and Frankie because they were the youngest. That meant every time they lost a mitten they would stop and look for it. (They were too young to know about the lost mitten clause and thought they would get yelled at for losing mittens.)

We were never very far from the block that we all lived on because there were two vacant lots at either end of it. One had what we called a hill because it wasn’t completely flat. That’s where we took our sleds.

One time after a really good snowstorm, we went to the school at the end of the street and built our own hill. We stacked major chunks of snow around the slide and it was in use for as long as the snow didn’t melt. If we had been smarter we could have charged admission and made a fortune!

We didn’t get “Snow Days” off in school. The teachers all lived locally and they didn’t worry about driving in the snow…they could walk. And walk they DID! We heard rumors that the Principal slept in the school to make sure that everybody was there. He never stopped us from making our own mountain on the playground. Those days, if you got hurt on school property that was your problem! There was no fence around it so if you were there you better watch yourself, All the neighbors could look right in and see who was there and who was acting like an idiot. You knew if you did something dumb,,,,Your parents would be waiting for you at your door.

That was the time when it truly did “Take a Village to Raise a Child”

Playing in the snow….NOW.

You do it on the computer, NO WAY is your kid going to go out in that stuff! It’s wet and it’s cold. If you want to plunk down the money for a trip to the ski resorts they MIGHT think about it. But only if everybody else is going and they all have laptops.

They have at least 2 snow days off from school for a flurry because the teachers can’t get in. They all live at a distance and in order to get there by Monday. They’d have to leave Friday night.

They get hysterical laughing over stories about the Grandparents using the top of a garbage can as a sled. They think you are making those stories up because no one would EVER do that!

At least no one THEY know!

Of course if they get one of the freezing snow Arctic Blasters and the power goes out…..The TV don’t work. The computer don’t do much either . Cell phones are dropping calls….They look out the windows….

There goes Granny on a garbage can lid!


No Snow

Sharon (

Playing in the snow oh not me
Sunshine as far as I can see
When I was very very young
Frosty the snowman could be sung

When the children were but small tots
A fire would blaze in fireplace hot
But now I live in sunshine land
Living here in warmth oh so grand

My walk has gotten oh so slow
Glad I am that it doesn't snow
No icy paths to slip and slide
Or snowy hills on which to slide

Just sunshine day in and day out
Makes me want to laugh and to shout
You can keep your snow for to play
I will take warmth on any day


Playing In The Snow

By Joy (

He stands so stately on the hill
His coal eyes staring wide
He wishes he could join the throng
And go with them as they slide

Upon his head he wears a hat
On his neck a scarf of red and white
He wants to turn and view them all
In their crazy headlong flight

But stay he must until the time
When cold winds cease to blow
And the sun comes out to shine on him
And melt all that is below

For now he'll just decorate the hill
And give us a lovely sight
As children romp in new fallen snow
And play with all their might



By Doris (

When we moved from Brooklyn to the north shore of Long Island, 43 years ago, we had three children. Joseph 7, Veronica 4 and Lynanne going on 2. There wasn't much to do that autumn. I didn't drive and our town, at that time, consisted mostly of retired folks. We got our first snowfall right after Thanksgiving...and it was a pip! The drifts were so high in the front of our house, one reached right under Joseph's bedroom window which was next to the front stoop! We made a slide from his window to the front hedge...and the kids used sheets of cardboard to slide on. I ran in and out of the house making hot chocolate while drying gloves and clothes. : )

The only regret I have is that, at the time, we didn't have a camera. What wonderful pictures it would have made. But we have the memories and the story gets brought out each time there's a big snowfall in our area, though this year has been pretty quiet.. so far. : )


Playing In The Snow

By Mary (

Heh there, Mr. Snowman,
round here it's rare, indeed . . .
to see one such as you
cause snow is what we'd need ~

And it's as scarce as hen's teeth
you wouldn't like it here . . .
the temp would melt your arms
and cause your lips to smear ~

Still I can't help grinnin' with ya
sakes alive now, Mr. Cool . . .
took a fancy to your neck scarf
your coal eyes make me drool ~

Tell me if ya can dear boy
held I ya in my arms . . .
could I maybe melt your
cold, cold heart with my allurin' charms? ~

We could snuggle up a little
and even bill and coo . . .
I tell ya, Mr. Snowman,
I fancy a dude like you ~

Playing In The Snow
can be fun or so they say . . .
oh, will ya be my love bug
least 'til ya melt away?


Playing In The Snow

By Rita Strong (Rita

The snow finally stopped after falling all night. My guests were impressed. They had never played or frolicked in that cold white stuff. They had seen pictures but to experience the actual presence of snow was a memory now I'd like to share.

Lani and Myina were from the island of Samoa. They were dancers at a local Polynesian night club. My husband and I befriended them and would entertain them at an overnight at our home.

They could hardly wait to get outside. We dressed them in spare warm winter jackets, boots, mittens, scarves. They refused to wear tokes or warm hats. Their dark hair was thick, their lovely brown faces beamed their excitement. They insisted on putting their bright colored Aloha shirts over the jackets they were wearing. Our young sons let them take their sled.

We live on a slight hill. The plows had come by once leaving snow on the road.. Lani and Myina pulled the sled behind them. They would stop and pick up some snow, throw it at each other, as they went to the top. Lani layed on the sled with Myina sitting on top of him. Down the incline they came, laughing and screaming their delight.

By this time the neighbors had heard the pair. They came to their doorways and looked at the Samoans enjoying their first experience with the snow. We too looked out our picture window to see the happy brown faces, flowing black hair, the flashing colors whiz by.

After the third trip, they were ready to try something else. Myina and Lani built a snowman in our front yard. They made angels in the snow in our back yard.

When they came inside. They were ready for the cups of hot chocolate and marshmallow to warm up.

"Snow is cold!," Lani repeated several times. Myina agreed "but it's so much fun."

Many winters have gone by since they returned to their home. Not one has gone by that we and the neighbors haven't thought of them and the joy they provided with their first experience of newly fallen snow.


Playing In The Snow

By Amy (

snowflakes falling all around
catch them on your tongue for they hit the ground
children laughing ,making snowballs
having fun, skiing til they fall

boots and mittens
and snugly kittens
all these things are fittin
hope they don't git frostbitten

in and out of the house
not very quiet like a mouse
children are cold, want hot drinks
only thing warm would be a snow minx

sunset comes, snow shimmers so bright
wait til you see it in the moonlight


Playing In The Snow

By Tom (

In days of old, there were sleigh bells tingling and jingling as horse drawn sleighs provided transportation as children hastened to their favorite hill after school. They were pulling toboggans and wooden sleighs; well until the Flexible flyer was introduced. Build a large bond fire and enjoy, sometimes being late for supper and getting what for.

Alas today a weekend family outing to a sleigh riding hill is enjoyed by young and old. But not as many, a very few, those who forgo television and their video games along with the computer. No more race home, do your chores and home work and hope mom will have supper early so you can head for the slopes and a short evening of fun. Yeah, those were the old days, those were back when it did not take much to keep we country and village children occupied and happy.

Build a snow man, any kind will do as long as it has three large balls of snow. As a boy some of we boys would roll the snow and laboriously place the second and third balls on the first one and then hope we could get one of the older girls to work their magic and make it a special snow man. Then we would be proud for we had done our part and the older girls enjoyed showing their artistic ways.

How many had a sled? As I remember not too many but that did not matter for back then sharing was what we did. Taking turns and piling two, three and sometimes four on a sled and trying to make a fast run down the hill was the fun. Make a train, put your toes in the steering head of the sled behind you and then crack the whip.

Heck we would get wet and stay as long as we could, never feeling the cold, never getting a cold and knowing when we got home we would get hot chocolate and cookies, home made no less, after we took off our wet clothes and hung them up.

On weekends parents would bring small children out and introduce them to sleigh riding. The older folks enjoying a little of their childhood, reliving their early days and laughing and giggling as they had before when they were young and love each and every snow.

Yes, new fallen snow, a little time and all joined in to enjoy.


Playing In The Snow

By Barbara (

When I was young we always had a good snow in Pennsylvania.
My favorite memory is of dad pulling me and my sled up to the top of the hill.
He made sure I was ready to go and gave a gentle push and I laughed
All the way to the bottom of that ole hill.
My Dad was wonderful as I grew up, then one day he withdrew.

But I still have my memories of his love and care.
He let me ride behind him on his motorcycle.
Even if the old folks thought if too dangerous.
He knew how much I loved him and being with him.
He pulled my sled and helped me get a good sled ride.

My dad was a big man, especially in my eyes.
I look forward to seeing him in the after life.
There is so much I want to tell him now.
I want him to meet my children one day,
and my loved ones who have gone on.

I am hoping for one big snow in heaven so
my children can see how much they missed
not getting to know my dad,
and his parents and great aunts and uncles too.
It will be a big reunion on bank of an old river.


Playing In The Snow

By susi (

I remember the big snowfalls we had here in Michigan. One time it was drifted up to the eaves on the garage and us kids dug tunnels all thru it and played there all day. Daddy came home from work and got the broom and knocked it all in telling us how dangerous it was if the snow were to cave in on us. We all just pooh-poohed him and even whined a bit about it, but we got over it and then built a fort for a snowball fight. We built huge Fox and Hounds circles in the west yard and played at that for hours, but I remember after my little brother got to be five or six, all of his buddies who lived up and down the street, would come over with snow shovels and they would push the snow out of the yard in a long rectangle and dad would take the hose out there and let the water fill it up and make them a skating pond. They would play hockey for hours, most of the time tho, seeing who could fall down the most I think 'cause they really couldn't skate very well. Me, I enjoyed sitting in the kitchen over the register, reading. I never really liked snow playing. I would rather just stay in the house with a good book and leave the playing up to my sister and the rest of the kids. I did enjoy going down to Wilson's Pond and watch the kids ice skating. There was always a big fire going, so I would just sit and be warm while they skated. I'm still not a big winter person, but we haven't had much of any snow this winter so far, and gee, I kinda miss it.


Playing In The Snow

By Norma (

Snows so seldom here,
Kids don't own a sled,
But when it does, they're smart,
Get out and use their head.

Any incline they can find,
Is fair game for their slides,
A cardboard box, a garbage lid,
Okay for their rides.

Heads are wrapped with family scarves,
Whatever's in the closet,
Hands in plastic, mittens topped,
Keeps snow-balled fingers un-frostbit.

Mandatory is screaming while
You bump merrily into each other,
Maybe you can make a midget snow man,
Not enough white stuff for another.

Long time ago before air pollution,
What really made us good crazy,
Was snow ice cream for all of the kid team,
Then warm and sleepy and lazy.


Playing In The Snow

By Tom (

The hill was steep and I walked slow,
Pulling my sled up the hill.
Puffing and snorting the top I reached,
As I stopped, to catch my breath.

The children and young folks,
Did look funny at me,
Wondering for whom up the hill
The sled I had pulled.

I looked about, I looked around,
Pulled down my goggles
And lay on the sled,
As my legs I did lift.

Down the hill I did go,
Yelling and hoping I stayed on.
My eyes a watering as I did yell,
Then I ran into the creek.

I slowly slogged back up the hill,
As everyone strangely looked at me.
I said nothing, just kept a climbing,
And soon I stood atop the hill.

The next time I came down,
I yelled and screamed and had some fun.
But alas, my weight and a hidden rock,
My Flexible Flyer is now a wreck.

Slowly I pulled it home,
Realizing it was a ball.
But at age 71,
Think I will the sled not fix.


Playing In The Snow

By Jeanie (

Yes, I played in the snow when I was so very young. ...long ago, here in Connecticut. I went to a parochial school, which was on a hill. And, we walked to school, my brothers and I. The schools didn't close then when there was just a little on the ground. And, they didn't close when there was a lot on the ground. Today, they close the schools even when there is an inch or less. It makes me laugh. If we missed school because of the snow, it was marked as a day absent. No excuses.

Across the street from where I lived, there was a brook. When the city plowed the streets, they dumped the snow on the empty land alongside the brook. They'd push the snow into the brook so that the water would melt it and carry it away. Many times, there was a big snowfall and the snow was piled up alongside that brook creating little 'mountains'. We'd climb up those little hills and pretend we were mountain climbers in the Alps. Once, the hill had moved as the snow melted in the water. It created a crack between the little hills and one of the boys, playing on the hill, fell thru the crack and was stuck. All us kids tried to get him out but we couldn't reach him. So, one of the boys went home and got his father who got other fathers to come and help get the boy out, which they did. Of course, we were all yelled at for playing there. it was dangerous, our father's said and we had found out the hard way.

We went sledding on a little hill up a driveway of a Printing Shop on our street. Who cared if any cars were going by. Someone was always on the lookout and kept us from going down the hill until the car passed.

We made snowmen, skated on a frozen pond near the brook. I rarely skated as I didn't have good balance on skates. I spent my time skating on my

We had a cat named Tiger. He was an inside/outside cat and, when we had a big snow one day, he went out anyway. The snow was a couple of feet deep across the back yard. But, during the night, it had sleeted a little and left a lovely, hard sheen on top of the snow. Tiger set out across the backyard to head for his spot to do his business, I guess. He was able to walk across the top of the snow since it was hardened by the sleet. I watched from the kitchen window as he sauntered away. Suddenly, he hit a soft spot and disappeared into the snow. I was about to go out and see if I could rescue him , when I saw a paw come up out of the snow and then another as he jumped atop. He got on top of the snow and continued on his journey and disappeared again. And, again, he came up and out before he got to the neighbor's garage. He found shelter there and I was happy he hadn't drowned in the

The winters now are warmer and the snowfall is nothing like it was in my childhood days. Snow was on the ground before Thanksgiving and still on the ground in March. It melted some, but new snowfall kept the winter a picture of white. There was always a White Christmas, too, and going to Midnight Mass on a frozen Christmas Eve was the norm. And, we walked! Memories of those days are making me smile as I write this. I hope your memories are making you smile, too.


Playing in the Snow–A Spectator Sport!

By Evelyn (

My Memory Lane is strewn with happy memories of children playing in the snow, steaming chocolate and marshmallow treats in the kitchen. The first snow of the season always had our six children clamoring to get out and play in it! The big ones always helped the little ones on with their wraps, boots and mittens. That was one of the perks of having a large family. On occasion the furnace room in the basement would be steamy as winter gear was hung up on lines to dry. We also had an open wood-burning fireplace in the living room where we would gather to drink hot chocolate and thaw ‘frozen’ tootsies.

A romp in the snow depended upon the condition of the snow and how cold it was. When the ground was powdery and white, sledding was good on the slope in the back yard. Behind the garage snow angels littered the ground! Later in the season, even into March, the snow would be heavy and wet with conditions optimum for building snow forts and snow men and entire snow families.

The slope in the back yard was the center for much winter fun for neighborhood children even after ours had left the nest. And, of course, there were always sleds for the grandchildren to use when they came to Granny and Grandpa’s house.

We now live in a ranch house overlooking a ravine with a deck running the length of the back of the house. I take pleasure in watching squirrels and an occasional racoon scamper about in the snow, helping themselves to the “critter corn” we provide for them. Our dog Spanky could live in the snow. I believe it is the Elkhound in him. Unlike our late Rottweiler, Venus, who loathed the cold, Spanky burrows, wallows, plays and goes nuts with the first snowflake.

Through the years, watching a child discover snow for the first time has given me joy–almost as much joy as celebrating a ‘first step!” It was just as much fun watching our two six-month-old kittens, Inky and Shadow, discover their first snow two years ago. Their fascination didn't last long, however. The white stuff was a total puzzlement to them as they scampered back to where it was warm, leaving the snow to Spanky.

My first recollection of snow was when I was four years old. One morning I looked out the window and the whole world was a blanket of white. Aunt Helen made a snow man in the back yard. She bundled me, my sister and brother up so we could have our picture taken with her snow sculpture. On my feet were burlap strips wrapped around my shoes. We didn't have overshoes, or galoshes. Memories of that black and white Kodak shot has me feeling the stinging cold of the snow and how its brightness hurt my eyes.. I whimpered and I cried as I rubbed my eyes. All that the adults wanted to do was to show us some winter fun and to my everlasting shame, I didn't appreciate it a single bit!

In my early years, I learned that snow or no snow, farm chores must go on. I would trail after Aunt Freda with my burlap “boots” to the corn crib to get corn for the mules and corn to be shelled for the chickens. Then as I watched her milk the cows there was comfort in the warmth that the animals provided the barn. The trek from the barn to the kitchen seemed long. I shivered with cold and could hardly wait to be enveloped by the warmth of the kitchen. On occasion there would be a special treat. Mama would surprise us with a big bowl of snow cream which we had for dessert.

We didn't often have snow in Alabama, but when it snowed it could be brutally cold and nasty. When I was in the fourth grade I walked to school, feet wrapped in burlap, in deep snow with Daddy. He didn't drive the car in such weather. That year I had perfect attendance. There were only four of us that day sitting around the big pot belly stove in Sister Hedwig’s class room. When we went out at recess, she cautioned us against snowball fights. Maybe it was her influence, I have always disliked snowball fights.

While in the sixth grade, Sister Mary Paul introduced the class to ‘pen pals.’ I began writing to three girls in the north–two in Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh and Johnstown, and one in New Jersey. We exchanged. pictures. I particularly liked the shots of them bundled up and playing in the snow. I fantasied about what it would be like to have lots and lots of white fluffy snow to play in. Needless to say, moving to Ohio I soon found out what it was like! Yes, we played in the snow. But it was not all fun and games.

It snowed on our wedding day fifty-five years ago. Tom and I started our married life at a honeymoon resort in the Pocono Mountains. Snow sledding was fun except for the walk back up the hill! Tom chose to sit up on the sled. I felt safer lying down in my belly! But the crisp starry nights in the Ponoco mountains were the best. Just walking hand in hand with the snow crunching beneath our boots was magical. Best yet, we knew there would always be a blazing fire and hot chocolate in the lodge.

Things change and people move on, but I will always remember the laughter and the glee that came from the slope in our back yard. Each of our six children, and yes, some of our grandchildren, has his or her own story to tell about that slope in the back yard where they played in the snow. If the weather permitted, they even skated behind the garage when Dad flooded the ground when the weather was just right. But it wasn't all sweetness and light and chocolate and marshmallows. There were accidents and trips to the emergency room with an occasional broken bone, cuts and scraps. Strangely enough, the latter sometimes help to heighten the humor as the memories flow at family gatherings.

I love the beauty of snow. I love to feel it gently caress my face. I love to capture its pristine beauty with my camera. However, I leave the playing in it to others! For me, playing in the snow is a ‘spectator sport!”


Playing In The Snow

By Lilly (






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