Snow and Childhood Memories

Carol A. Hand

Frigid air and fluffy snow
Grateful there’s no place I need to go
What’s the wisest choice today?
Instead of whining, go out and play

Reach out and gather fallen star-flakes
Behold tiny miracles – that’s really all it takes
Although the sparkling crystals will soon disappear
joyful memories of winters past will return year after year

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Memories from Allendale, NJ - 1957
Memories from Allendale, NJ – 1957

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Sending peaceful winter blessings to all

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29 thoughts on “Snow and Childhood Memories”

    1. Thank you for your lovely comments. Bob.

      As my hair turns ever grayer, and deep wrinkles line my face, memories transport me back to childhood, to a simpler time and place. 🙂

      (Sorry, I couldn’t resist sharing the lighthearted verse your comments inspired…)

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  6. Delightful poem capturing the enduring joy of snow – ‘star-flakes’ is just the perfect word for each crystal snowflake, filled with magic. 😀 Also smiling at the photo, that looks like a fun snow grotto!

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  7. The sparkling crystals may soon disappear, yet joyful memories will return year after year, is a thought that captures the joie-de-vivre of snowy winter and snowflakes. From the tropical region where I am based, Carol, I can relate to it through the rainy seasons that come and go twice a year, feasting the senses with captivating aroma of parched earth encircling the first fall of rain water in its warm embrace, peaking in ecstacies of new life with green shoots lushly stretching into flowering plants and fruiting trees. There is also the other side manifesting after several weeks of continual rains confining people mostly indoors, creating drabness induced by consecutive wet and grey days compelling kids to crib and appeal in the tone of a nursery rhyme, ‘rain rain go away, / come again another day / little Johnny wants to play’.

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    1. Such poetic and thoughtful comments, Raj. Thank you. I also appreciate the contrasts with weather where you live, and your observations that the intensity and duration of weather events is a crucial factor that colors how they are viewed. As I watch for the impending snowstorm that may keep me from traveling to my last class tomorrow, I am mindful of the hazards too many star-flakes pose when they are compacted into icy patches or blowing across hilly, winding roadways.

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    1. Diana, thank you so much for your lovely comments and blessings. I’m so grateful for your kindness, especially knowing that you have taken time from a daunting writing schedule! Sending blessings of love, peace, and joy to you and your family.

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  12. Great post. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of playing in the snow and one of my favorite memories as an adult is making snow angels with my daughters. I still love walking around while snow is falling. It’s beautiful.

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