After the very hot Summer, I keep seeing it mentioned that we could have a bad a Winter this year. Now when they say bad, they mean lots of snow, but to me, that’s not a bad thing! That would be a very good Winter because it’s the kind of Winters we used to have when I was younger and I loved lots of snow and frosty windows!
I remember waking up on a cold Winter morning, opening the curtains and seeing frost on the window. I loved the patterns it made. Then I’d gaze in wonder at a world that had been turned into a cold, snowy wonderland.
I loved that feeling of excitement I’d get and I couldn’t wait to get dressed and go out in the snow.
I’m sure our school must have closed sometimes when it snowed but I can’t remember it doing so. I do remember having to walk to and from school in the snow. To get to my school I had to go down my street, along a short bit of the main road, through a little field, over a small bridge and up a big field that was quite a steep hill and it was called The Flat!
The Flat was the place to go when you wanted to go sledging. I can’t recall us having a proper sledge, though. We used whatever we could find. One year someone brought an old car bonnet and loads of us would pile on. It was brilliant!
I did get in trouble with my parents one year, though. I think I’ve mentioned this before (probably more than once….my memory is terrible!), after school, some friends and I were messing around in the snow on The Flat and we lost track of time. It was dark and way past tea time when I got home. I got into serious trouble and I always went straight home from school after that day!
Our house was a council house that had brick outhouses, one was an outside toilet, one a coal house and the third was a storage area.
If we’d been out playing in the snow and we needed the toilet, we weren’t allowed to go to the toilet inside because with four children and lots of friends, it would mean we were in and out all the time so we had to use the outside toilet.
I can still remember having to sit on that freezing seat! I also remember the smell of the oil lamp. Because of the freezing weather, my dad would wrap the pipes in cloth and keep an oil lamp lit in there overnight.
You wouldn’t think much heat would be produced by an oil lamp but it did the job brilliantly. The pipes never froze!
These days we’d just get the pipes properly insulated by this pipe insulation company. I know if I were the one responsible for lighting the oil lamp every night I’d totally forget!
I Live In Hope!
Ant will not be agreeing with my wish for a snowy Winter because he’s not a fan, but even so, I’ll live in hope!
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