The
reason I love winter, is as a child we would come together more as a family.
During spring, summer, and fall I would spend long hours outside doing what
most children do, playing either by myself or with my friends.
During
late fall and winter months my family would be force to come into the house
sooner and more often, not that there weren’t just as many fun things to do in
the house all year around, but most of my family loved the great out doors. So
if we could be outside we would be.
As
a child, my parents and grandparents would play games, put puzzles together,
and read from the bible, while we would all sat around our big warm fireplace
with a cozy fire crackling the wooden logs. We would build snowmen, and then
come inside for hot chocolate, and homemade cinnamon rolls fresh out of the
oven.
Our
families would gather at our home for Thanksgivings, and Christmases. My dad
and uncles would move all the living room furniture to the side so sleeping
bags could be brought in from our camper, and we would have wall-to-wall
cousins as well as ourselves lined up throughout our living room. Our kitchen
would be over flowing with cooks, making all kinds of food, and wonderful
desserts for the holiday meals.
All
of the adults would chat and talk about their childhood out on the prairie,
with my grandparents chiming in from time to time to relate their own stories
from their own childhood, about crossing the states in a covered wagon, with
oxen instead of horses, or how they would have to go to the outhouse in the
middle of the night with three feet of snow blocking the doors. They would tell
about the dust bowl days, and teaching school to their own children because
they would be unable to get the kids to the closest school for weeks at a time because
of freezing temperatures.
It
is truly amazing how far the world has come in just a little over one hundred
years. My grandparents were born in eighteen-eighties and nineties, just years
after the civil war. As a young man my grandfather fought in World War I, I had
three uncles that fought in World War II. All these were stories I heard about
during the winter months. They lived in the days of the covered wagons,
automobiles, airplanes, jets, and watched the first rocket land on the moon.
They lived through hauling water out of a creek, and wells, to plumbing water
throughout their homes. They live through no lights to television; my grandma
even saw the first wave of the computer and electronic games. The games she
declared were pure evil, because you didn’t need anyone else with you to play
them. (Games should be made to bring families together not separate them.)
So much had
changed during their lifetime, and I was in our kitchen listening to every
word. To me winter was a time of learning not just in school, but also from the
history my family had lived through.
Grandma
did not just watch ‘Little House on the Prairie’ or ‘The Walton’s’, but she had
actually lived through those shows. Through the winter months while watching
those shows on television, grandma would pipe in with, that little house looks
better then the old ‘Soddy’ (sod home)
we lived in while on the prairie. That car look like the first one Ed bought in
nineteen-eighteen just before Evelyn was born?
Now
my grandparents are gone, as well as my mom, who just passed last month, but
memories of winters spent will live on in my mind to tell my children and
grandchildren all the stories they had to share, with me as a child. I hope my
home will be filled with as much love, memories and family as we use to have in
my parents home when I was just a kid. These are the reasons I love winter.
The snow seemed whiter, the wind less cold, and our
home seemed warmer with the stories they told.Ó