I’m Missing

I’ve noticed there’s something we’ve been missing this winter. Do you know what it is? I’ll bet you can guess.

So far, this winter we’ve been missing winter.

Remember in the past when snow used to fall out of the sky in big old flakes?

  When you looked out the window, everything was covered with the white stuff?And you felt as if you had to feed the birds? Even the ones who only eat on the ground?I miss that this year. I miss snowmen and snowball fights, too. And skiing! Not that we skied here in Okie-Land, but I thought I’d mention it. 🙂

Do you remember when your dad used to tie your sled to the back of the car and pull you around town?

I do.

Do you remember seeing sleds all tied together to make a train, being pulled by a pickup?

I do.

Do you remember when your husband used to pull your kids’ sled behind your brother’s motorcycle? Or drag them through the snow?

 I do.

And I remember snow days (no school) and coming in from playing in the snow, freezing, and warming up in front of the fireplace with your fingers burning and itching so you could barely stand it. And Mama never complained, even when we wanted to go right back out again as soon as we were warm.

I remember the joy of watching a child discover snow for the first time. And I remember Snow Ice Cream. Do you? I only remember Mama making it once. We still lived in The Ford back then. Mama took a huge bowl outside (I remember being sad because she left me inside 😦 with only Grandmother and Dad and Granddad) and filled it heaping full with sparkling clean snow.

I don’t have her exact recipe. When I asked her about it, she said, “You just add milk, sugar and vanilla and stir it all up. But we can’t make it anymore. Remember? . . . ”

Apparently, everyone decided we’d get radiation sickness from the fallout, left in the air by bomb testing back in the day. Since I haven’t heard of any of those ugly bombs being used or even tested lately, I think it might be safe to try it today.

So . . . somebody tell me how to make snow ice cream the way my mama did. Or even  the way your mama did. And if we ever get enough snow again, I’ll give it a shot. 🙂