Memory Monday - random thoughts on a snowy day

Our winter snowfall this year has been less than desirable. However the last few days we have received some much needed snow. Not a lot, but anything is nice at this point.

This morning we woke up again to snow falling from the sky. This has got me thinking about years past when the lovely white stuff has left it's mark upon the land. Whenever we wake up to a fresh blanket of snow on the ground I always check to see if school has been canceled. It is hard to know when they will and when they won't. I don't ever remember school being canceled because of snow when I was growing up. I do remember once while in middle school leaving school early. The power was out in the middle of the winter which for obvious reasons (heat and light) made school difficult to say the least. They had all the kids in the gymnasium because there were big sky lights in there and we could at least see and our body heat was probably a plus too. They kept us there until around noon and then sent us home. This way they could count it as a school day and we wouldn't have to make it up.

Another time, this time in high school, it was a similar scenario. I can't recall all the details right now. I guess it left less of an impression on my teenaged mind. I just remember it being cold and dark and wondering what was the point of torturing us poor students anyway.

I do remember times when we had lots of snow. I remember my brother, as a young hormone crazed teenager, skiing on top of the bushes in our yard after a big snow storm. I seem to remember him attempting to ski off the top of our roof into the snow bank below, which given the amount of snow wasn't that far from the roof of the house. Yeah, this same brother is now a physics and chemistry teacher. Go figure!

When I was a little girl we moved from Salt Lake City, Utah to Vernal, Utah. We moved into our house in the middle of winter. It was a particularly bad winter with lots of snow, deep snow. That spring we were quite surprised to find many "treasures" buried under the snow that we didn't know were there when we moved into the house. Among the treasures, mostly trash, we found a bathtub.

Another, more recent memory. My husband, who still likes to drive to an empty parking lot to do donuts in the snow, thought it would be fun to drive his little Nissan Sentra through the snow bank in our driveway. Let's just say it took a week, plus warmer temperatures, plus a really nice wife digging a little each day to get the car out of said snow bank. I was without a car to drive until his car thawed out of the large ice block he deposited it in, just for fun. Luckily he married a sweet wife with a sense of humor.