Remembering snowballs

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As I was watching the snow fall on Sunday, it took me back to when I was a kid growing up in the 50’s and 60s.

My friends and I liked it when it snowed.

We knew we’d get out of school for a day or two and we built snowmen, had friendly snowball fights.

We could only stand a certain amount of the cold weather, though, with the wind blowing hard out of the north most generally all of the time.

I was looking back at some old photos recently and ran across some of when our daughter Meghan was really young. She, Pat and I had built a snowman in our front yard and in the photo we even had a couple of our dogs in it.

As most of you are aware, the winter storm this past weekend brought us a powdery snow, not really good for building snowmen or making snowballs.

The storm did pack a punch though. Frigid temperatures, strong northerly winds and the worst wind chills that I can remember in my lifetime.

Early Monday morning the National Weather Service was reporting -6 degrees with wind chills at -26.

I just don’t ever recall those kinds of wind chills.

As I was writing this later Monday morning, the mercury had jumped to -2 and the wind chills had dropped to -24.

The second round that was scheduled to hit us starting Tuesday afternoon was expected to bring another powerful punch.

That’s what the weather forecasters were predicting anyway.

Thinking back on my younger years, there is a major difference between how I looked at the snow when I was a kid and how I look at it today. thought of it as fun, time to get the sleigh out, frolic, have a good time with other friends, and as I mentioned earlier getting to be out of school.

My parents didn’t probably think of it the same way as I did then. I wish they were still around so I could ask them what they thought about it.

Now, I worry about the roads, how long this white stuff is going to stay on the ground and what the impact of this next forecasted wintry blast could be.

Really there’s no need to worry, I guess. I can’t prevent any of it.

Maybe if I looked at it from the standpoint of when I was a kid I’d be better off. But in reality, that’s hard to do.