Winter Childhood Memories

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Let’s Go Back—Way Back

Remember your paper route as a kid? It was fun biking up and down the streets, tossing the bundle (hopefully) on the sidewalk or driveway, and collecting a little money for 45 records and candy bars.

However, winter arrived with a fury, and sticking with that paper route became more difficult. It was a juggling act to throw a paper with precision from frozen fingers while trying to steady and keep your bike upright on the ice. Then, when finished, riding two miles across town in complete darkness as stinging winds bit your cheeks and watered your eyes.

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Winters in the North

Growing up in the north I lived through frigid winters and a blizzard, and memories flooded back as I read about recent massive snowstorms and sub-zero temps.

Fall was so nice and comforting, with leaves changing from green to red and gold, smells of campfires, and football games. However, this was the ominous sign that winter was lurking close behind.

If you lived in the Midwest, who can forget the Blizzard of ’78, piles of snow halfway up the picture window, shoveling out the car, layers of clothes, crunching walks, bright red faces, fingers and toes, fuzzy mittens, chili and cornbread, hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows, frozen puffs of breath, catching snowflakes on your tongue, breaking off and sucking on icicles, and attempting to make snowmen.

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My Favorite Winter Poem

One of my favorite poems details the feeling of a dark, cold winter’s night. I love this specific winter memory expressed in the lovely Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Check out these books on the poems of Robert Frost if you’re not familiar with his wonderful work, and this post to help inspire you through your own dark and dreary winter.

                     

Selected Poems of Robert Frost       Robert Frost a Life by Jan Parini

And for children:

Poetry for Kids by Robert Frost

In conclusion, some of those northern winter experiences were actually nice, but I think I’ll stick with the warm sun and allergies of the south. Thank you very much.

Tell us in the comments about some of your own winter memories. I love hearing from you!

 

 

 

Penelope Silvers is a freelance writer, author,
and radio host of Penelope’s Book Chat on Blog
Talk Radio. She lives simply and sanely on Florida’s
beautiful nature coast.

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4 thoughts on “Winter Childhood Memories

    1. I know, Ryan! I so do not miss frozen fingers and toes, and it sounds like most of the places you blog from are paradise. Hmmm…Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

  1. I’m the same way–I prefer the warmth and sun. 🙂 I love that poem by Robert Frost. I hadn’t ever seen that book for kids, though–very cool! Thanks for sharing at #heartandsoullinkup

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