Of course it's no big deal -- snow -- but then again, it is. Since I am from Florida , snow is something still out of this world.
We had snow here in Bremen just before Thanksgiving and since then -- nothing. Or maybe there was something while we were visiting in the US, but as we weren't here, it didn't count.
Snow has one overriding connection in my memory - one winter in Baltimore. What year? I'm not sure, but it must have been 1955 or 1956? Wo knows. It was cold forever. School was closed. Daddy used three sets of chains on the car only to arrive home by foot two hours later from just a block away. Ginny ice skated on our street - Elinor Avenue. Julia and I traded using Daddy's fishing hip boots to go out and play. The drifts were almost up to the school roof, waaayyyy over our heads. Mother made snow cream - perhaps the only time - a heavenly concoction of snow, egg and vanilla .
This was not that. But it was nice.
This snow was not nearly so incredibly, mind-bendingly, knee-deep. But do you want to sit outside and have a beer here? Noooo, I don't think so.
And our lovely whale tail bronze sculpture at the harbor was suitably snow showered. All in all, a very nice snow.
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The snow in Baltimore could have been either 1956 or 1957 (we didn't move to that neighborhood until June of '56). Another highlight of that snow was sledding down the hill from the school to Glenmore Avenue (using rocks as "lifts."
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