Praying for a Snow DayJanuary 31st, 2013
The January I was in 4th grade at St Bart’s school in Cincinnati, we got hit with the biggest blizzard in the city’s history, followed by ridiculously cold temperatures. Like sub-zero with wind chills that made it feel 30 below. We missed school for 2 weeks, as much because of the cold as the snow. I still remember the snowdrifts that kept us from opening our back door, and using a pick axe to break through the ice so we could clear our driveway. After the first week, instead of cancelling a day at a time, our school called off for the whole next week, and so we had to come up to school to pick up a packet of work to do and turn in on the day we returned. Somehow that still didn’t dampen our fun.
Since we lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, the plows dumped everything in front of our house, creating snow mountains that seemed 10 feet tall. We used them to play king of the hill and to create a maze of tunnels through our yard. Our goal was to create a tunnel long enough for us to crawl from the curb back to our garage, and we came pretty close. In the back yard we had a hill that was great for sledding most winters. That year we created a luge run that bordered on deadly fast. If you hit the curve just right, you got launched over the side wall and into the creek. How we didn’t break any bones is still a mystery.
I don’t know about you, but I think we could use a good snow like that this winter. It’s time to wear our PJs inside out and say a prayer to St Eulalia of Merida (the closest we have to a patron saint of snow days). See you on the sledding hill!