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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Winter (the season) (08/13/09)

TITLE: Cocoa and Snowballs
By Carole Robishaw


All this talkin bout winter, let me tell you bout one of my favorites.

It was a winter that’s the stuff of dreams… Well, if you were a kid it was.

I was eight that year and we were livin in the country, ‘long Lake Erie. The snow was always worse there, we got what they later came to call “the lake effect” but that didn’t mean a thing to me then, all I knew was, we got ta miss a lot a school that year. We lived in a big ol’ farmhouse that we shared with my uncle and his family. So there were eight of us kids, but since two were sharin a playpen, they didn’t count. We had a couple a horses, Cookie, and her foal, Blaze. They were the purtiest color, a soft, creamy, almost butter, color. Blaze had this white blaze down her nose, that’s where she got her name, I guess it wasn’t a very original name, but we liked it.

It was the end a Christmas vacation, and we were s’pposed to go back to school on Monday, but Saturday it started snowing like we’d never seen before, why, we couldn’t even see the road, and our drive wasn’t all THAT long. After dad traipsed out Sunday morning to check, he said, “We weren’t goin any place soon, the snows drifted up higher than the mailbox.”

Now that’s snow! We couldn’t hardly wait till we’d eaten our oatmeal, and then we had to clean up the kitchen. It was my turn to clear the table, and I was a rushin to git it done as quick as a flash, I didn’t wanta miss any of the fun.

We all bundled up, I was wearin so many layers I could hardly move. I couldn’t find my gloves, so mom made me put socks on my hands. Dad and Uncle Bobby had already started shovel’n the drive out. They wanted to use the plow, but they couldn’t get it out of the barn. They had to shovel enuf snow first to be able to git it out. Then it wouldn’t start in the cold. Uncle Bobby got to shoutin bout that old plow and he “turned the air blue” as my ol’ gramma used to say when she’d scold him for using those kinds of words.

So all the grown-ups had to go out and shovel, and us kids, well, we sorta helped. They threw that snow up on both sides a the drive, and when they got to the end and looked back, they couldn’t b’lieve how high it was piled up.

Us kids had already discovered that it was perfect for a snowball fight. The grown-ups came and joined us. That snow was piled up so high that my dad, who was really tall, didn’t even hardly haf ta duck behind it. We made a ton of snowballs, and piled ‘em up, and us kids, we climbed up the sides so we could see over the top. My family was behind the stack on one side of the drive and my cousins and my aunt and uncle were behind the other stack. We tossed snowballs and yelled and fought like cats and dogs.

I got my cousin Dan right in the face with a really wet snowball. Boy, was he mad, he chased me all over, but it was worth it, he was always beatin on me and I finally got a chance to git even. Boy, that was a memory I was goin to keep for a long time. I almost wanted the school bus to be able to git through so’s I could tell everybody.

We didn’t go to school that whole week; took ‘em that long to git the roads cleared. We had snowball fights most ever day. Even the horses seemed to like that snow. They pranced around in it, like they was carryin a king or somethin. It sure was fun to watch ‘em.

We drank lots of hot cocoa between snowball fights. Mom found some marshmallows we could put in it. That was a fun time, between landin a good one on ol Dan, and spendin lots a fun time with our parents, it was certainly a winter worth remember’n. One I still love to dream about, as I sit here, listn’n to the storms outside, starin at my fire, my arthritis-ridden knees bundled to keep them warm, while sippin my cup of instant cocoa.

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Valarie Sullivan08/21/09
Good voice! Sweet memories to warm old bones. Loved it!
Susan Montaperto08/23/09
Loved the descriptions of your family and the snow adventures. Thanks for sharing your memories.
Virgil Youngblood 08/26/09
Good memories. I wanted to know if the MC was a boy or a girl. Perhaps it doesn't matter;if I guessed I would say a girl.