Winter Wishes

My best estimate at the date of this photo was the winter of 1982-83. My family lived in a little town, forty-five minutes from Minneapolis, where it seemed to snow 300 days a year. That out-of-place redhead on the left is yours truly, even the dog was a blond.

Many times when I am asked how I can stand the winters here in Minnesota.  I think about when I was a little kid, living in that house out in the sticks. My parents decided between themselves when I was seven months old and too young for a family vote that we would move to this little town from Minneapolis and that they would conscientiously NOT buy us toys. Never had a Barbie, never got to partake in Teddy Ruxpin’s story telling abilities. Yes, we did have toys, but they were minimal and we were expected to go outside and get in the dirt, snow, and trees for our entertainment. Also, we had no cable. What we did have was a lovely wood panel television set that sat on the floor of our basement and allowed me to watch different Strokes and The Cosby Show as well as various black and white movies that I would view along side my dad when it was actually unsafe to play outside in the cold.

But if it was not too cold, we were out there. We grew up outside. I imagine many people feel this way, that they feel they were in the fresh air far more than the successors of their generation.

When outsiders and visitors ask how I can handle getting into my car in the morning when it is twenty below zero outside I’m not sure what to tell them, it is just what I know. Then again I cannot fathom living with temperatures above one hundred for three months as those in the southwest go through every summer. It is just what they know.

I don’t want to go to bed in a house that is warmer than seventy degrees and I would prefer taking a walk in 30 degree weather over 85 every day with no exceptions. I still in the winter wake up and before coffee peer outside my bedroom window hoping to see a fresh coat of white. And though those twenty below days can be painful on my fingertips while I pray that my car will start, I would not trade them for a warmer day ever. Not ever, not for all the OK Soda in the world.

I love winter. Please come now, dear frost and chill.

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7 Responses to Winter Wishes

  1. thumbbook says:

    Its getting chilly this time of the year, and its the perfect excuse to start firing up that oven and baking some bread. Here is an easy Cheddar Dill Scones Recipe you have to try.

  2. I’ll be one of those people wondering how people can survive the cold. I’ll take hot any day. I miss summer already. 😦

    I’m Mr. Heat Blister, You’re Mr. 10 Below, etc.

  3. dohopoki says:

    Galileo, where are all you summer defenders when I need you? I feel like I’m fighting an uphill battle on roller skates.

  4. Amy says:

    i’m in between, and sad that i will be wasting most of my favorite month of the year indoors.

    maybe if all the fun things about winter still existed…snow days, forts, snowsuits, those snow brick makers, moon boots, sweatpants under my school skirts, being bundled in the backseat of the car for a drive…maybe then i would like winter.

    now it is all driveway shoveling, scary icy highways (with a salt shortage coming, even better!), getting up 45 min early so that i still make it to work on time, the hassle of washing sweaters, the stress of the holidays…

    i would like six months of june and six months of october, please.

  5. essaytch says:

    And skip fall?!?!?! I LOVE the fall…probably my favorite time of year, if it wasn’t for the rain. I love those days when you look out the window, and you think it could be 80 degrees and then you go outside and you freeze. Today is one of those days…

  6. dailytri says:

    You said it well. It’s all a mind game. Mind over minter.

  7. Wow. I know exactly what you mean since I’ve grown up in eastern Canada.

    I particularly like this statement: “When outsiders and visitors ask how I can handle getting into my car in the morning when it is twenty below zero outside I’m not sure what to tell them, it is just what I know.”

    I feel the same way. Can you imagine living in one or two season climates?! How boring!

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