It’s been a long while since we’ve had snow in this corner of Pennsylvania & I am one that fully welcomes it. I remember the days of my youth when snow drifts would occur between the barn and the house. Randy and I would climb on the solid mountain of snow and play of the hill.

There was another time when we had a sledding party and invited neighbors and school friends. We hauled a large oil drum, we called it a burn barrel, out to the field where the party took place. My older brothers built a fire in the barrel to warm us up after we sled down the massive hill.
Mom stayed in the house and made everyone hot chocolate. It’s a winter time memory I cherish.

So come on winter, bring the snow like that of my childhood memories and give my children and grandchildren their own memories of winter.