Often I find I don’t remember details of events from my childhood but rather miscellaneous impressions left behind – similar to the scent of perfume left lingering in an elevator.
This post is about some of those random memories from winters during my childhood.
The build-up of ice on the inside of our bedroom windows and eventually not being able to see outside. The lace-like patterns of the ice on the glass and the cold radiating from it.
My father banking the kitchen side of the house with snow to provide insulation against the cold. The kitchen tap being left dripping overnight so the water wouldn’t freeze and the occasional frozen pipes in the mornings when my parents forgot.
Cold mornings when my mom would turn the oven on leaving the door open to help heat the kitchen.
Driving toy cars throughout the living room on roads we had ‘built’ using popsicle sticks we had collected all summer. My favourite car was a powder blue Chevy with doors that opened.
Sunday afternoons sitting around the kitchen table with friends playing cards and board games like Hands Down and Milles Bornes. We were loud, rowdy, and laughed a lot. For reasons which escape me now, we always played Milles Bornes in french probably because the cards were in french and it made the game more interesting.
Playing outside in the dark after dinner … usually sliding down the large snowbanks in corners of the driveway. Wearing 2 or even 3 layers of wool mitts that were usually frozen solid with large clumps of ice stuck to them by the time we went back inside the house.
Putting our wet mitts on the hot air vents so they would be dry in the morning.
Going to the small library uptown on Saturday afternoons to get 3 new books to read for the following week. Sitting at the child-sized table looking through Dr Seuss and Curious George books – my favourites.
Spending my weekly allowance on a comic book and a small paper bag full of penny candy. Exchanging stacks of comics with our neighbours and by the time we got ours back, they were ‘new’ again.
Rolling marbles along the grooves and edges of the piano in the living room.
Trying to swallow cod liver oil capsules that we complained were the size of marshmallows our mother made us take, then burping that horrible fishy taste for hours afterwards.
Watching Ed Sullivan as a family every Sunday night after we had a bath and put our pajamas on.
Being squeezed on the couch between 2 other warm bodies watching TV and feeling content.
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