In honor of the first good snow I’ve seen this year, a Snow Day edition of the Friday Five:
1) Snow: love it or hate it?
I really love it. Growing up in Virginia I didn’t experience a lot of snow, and it’s one of the things I like most about living in the Northeast. Unfortunately, today the superintendent did not cancel school, but by 9:30 had announced an early closing for high school and middle school, so we’ll have to collect #2 Son at 1 p.m. while all elementary students end up staying until 3 p.m. Weather forecast: Heaviest snow from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.
2) First snow memory
We had one good snowstorm ever during my early years in Portsmouth, Virginia. I remember going out into the snow with my little brother in our cute little coordinating jackets (mine was red, his was blue). I’m not sure why my mother had all that gear on hand, but I know we loved it. I think we were 4 and 2 at the time.
3) Best Snow Day ever (actual or imagined)
In high school, living in a suburb of Williamsburg, VA, I used to walk a mile or so on the main road of our neighborhood to my dear friend’s house (LL, are you out there reading this?), where we made Elevator Lady Cookies–so called because our friend P’s mother got the recipe from a lady in an elevator–and drank hot chocolate. I remember her house being the best and coziest and most convivial place ever on a snow day. Somehow the two or three we probably spend together add up to weeks and weeks in my mind.
4) Best use of snow in a movie, song, book or poem
I guess the snow in Narnia is most memorable to me, the image of the ice and snow as keeping away the joy (which is how I understood the phrase “Always winter and never Christmas”). I also love the story in one of the “Little House” books in which Pa digs into a snow bank to shelter during the Three Day Blizzard. He survives by eating the Christmas Candy.
5) What you are planning to do today, with or without snow
I have a wedding rehearsal this afternoon at 3 (see above for weather report), with the visiting accompanist arriving at 2, so it’s a workday, albeit a late-starting one. We drove back from Connecticut right after seeing #1 Son in his play last night (he was great!), arriving home at 2 a.m. We slept in until 8:30, and now I must get my self together: hospital call, finalize wedding stuff, do some work on Sunday’s sermon, talk The Father of My Children out of driving with #2 Son to Connecticut to see the play while it is still snowing…
Would that I were living one of those carefree days in 1977-78, sifting powdered sugar onto the cookies.