Snow Day, 2002
As a major portion of the country is covered by an unusual winter blast, I wonder how the stories will play out in your family history. What stories have you heard or are creating with your family?
As someone who grew up in Southern California, I’ve never regretted moving East, with a great love for all of the seasons. Each one was celebrated with my daughters as they were growing up. SNOW Day will always carry great meaning, with terrific memories of wooden spoons under pillows, pajamas inside out (rituals to insure a SNOW DAY) and the excitement of going to bed not knowing how much snow would be on the ground when the sun came up. Many times – if the school didn’t call a SNOW DAY – I did! It meant a fire and hot chocolate, perhaps sledding and/or cookie making – definitely popcorn after shoveling snow, and always a fun day – well worth the absence of school. Now that my girls are grown, the first snow and snowy days fuels a wonderful memory for all of us.