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Carol Perkins: Snow brings memories of childhood

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By Carol Perkins

Snow brings memories of childhood: a childhood of deep snow lasting for weeks. Of slick roads, stranded vehicles that neighbors pushed out of ditches, and the snow report on Channel Five out of Nashville, long before WBKO.

Just as if I were a child, I still find a snow prediction exciting. However, unlike those days, I am more concerned about those cleaning roads, trying to get to their jobs at a hospital or an emergency facility, or those climbing poles to get our lights back on. As a kid, I had no one in mind except myself and the glory of being out of school, sleigh riding, eating snow cream, and sleeping late.

My brother Henry reminded me of a childhood event I had forgotten. Many of the worst/best snows came unexpectantly, throwing weathermen into a tizzy.

One of those unexpected snowfalls is the background of his memory.


Daddy woke us up each morning (he was an early person), and we reluctantly climbed out of bed, bathed, dressed, and ate breakfast after Mama cooked what we liked-the usual routine. Back then, I loved oven-baked cinnamon toast and cocoa. We never used the words "hot chocolate." We gathered our books and slipped into our winter coats, ready to leave as usual. When Daddy opened the front door, what faced him was one of the deepest snows of the year. We likely ran to the windows, opened the blinds, and let the white light blind us.

I'm sure we peeled off our layers and danced around the room before settling in to watch the morning cartoons. He remembers this snow staying for a week. Traffic was sparse on Hwy. 163 because the methods of cleaning the roads were not as sophisticated as now. A grader pushed the snow to the sides of the road, but before the driver could turn around, the lanes were covered again. I do remember that my dad always managed to get to town. It was a challenge to see if his van would climb the hill between A.H. Counts store and us, where he would stop for milk, bread, and eggs.

Being out of school was a thrill, and when I became a teacher, the feeling of "no school" was just as grand. Even now, I listen to the weather channel with that same youthful enthusiasm, and when 8-12 inches of snow turn into less than an inch, I am disappointed. I don't want the snow to hinder others, but the kid in me wants to see a "good" one just one more time. I'm not sure it will happen, but my boots are by the door!


Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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