Incredible snow storm! I remember being 16 and smashed in a crowded subway car against a tall, dark curly-haired, latin beauty-marked, olive-skinned guy, in his blue ski suit. I could feel every inch of muscled body (can they arrest 16 year old girls for this?), he turned and gave me the most amazing smile. I turned, blushing, to see that behind me was a bald, trench-coated, bad breathed, middle aged man smashed against me. Talking bout fire and ice! What a bummer.
I can remember a game we played in the 50’s when you made a circular path in the snow with other paths through the circle. Someone was “it” and you had to stay on the paths and try to catch the others. I’m not sure I have the game exactly right as I was very young at the time. Does anyone know the name of the game and more details?
How can you talk snow and not mention Flexible Flyers?! Lying on your belly, feet extended so as to hook onto the sled behind you to create great sled trains…. setting up sledding courses, down the breezeway between two houses, left on the common drive, and right, down our house driveway and into our garage…. Those were the days when it snowed real snow… not this new stuff that you can only negotiate on big plastic disks that look like colorful, oversized trashcan lids…. And how ’bout cafeteria tray sledding/skiing?! Ah… winter……
I used to hang out with these kids in Woodside. When it was snowy and icy, we wore special clothes for one of our favorite activities “Skitching.” You had to have boots with substantial soles. We had rubberized fabric gloves and glove liners and the gloves were typically bright colors. Kids even had rubber pants. After a really severe snowstorm the cars would have to slow down, and only go at about 20 miles an hour down Queens Blvd. You could hide between parked cars, sneak out in a crouch behind a car when it stopped at a light. Grabbing the bumper, you’d lean back and let the car pull you down the street. We called it skitching because it was a cross between hitching and skiing. Most times the drivers didn’t see you. You could go for blocks. What a ride!
A major snow storm in 1960 shut the schools and gave us enough snow and time to build a series of igloo-like structures with connecting tunnels all along our Brooklyn street. We were a bunch of happy and wet,young “Eskimos.” It also gave us the best opportunities to go down the ever-terrifying COMMANDO HILL on our shiny sleds, in cardboard boxes and on our tushies.
I was so dumb on one major snow storm that I didn’t listen to the radio and it was always better to be at school than to be home. I never didn’t go to school, maybe I didn’t go to my classes but school was where my friends were. So any way I was in eighth or ninth grade and it snowed a lot and I didn’t listen to the radio and my mom was asleep and her husband probably didn’t even notice if it was snowing raining or eighty degrees outside he was so involved in his paintings in those early morning quiet hours of the day that he may not have even noticed if I was in the house or out the door. So my school was a subway ride away and then a walk through a few blocks. Somehow that day I was wearing a long skirt and socks and sneakers and I was soaked and I got to the building only to realize that it was empty and I was the only one around.
How about going to bed at night when there were a few snow flurries coming down. The only time you ever really prayed hard was that in the morning the Radio would announce the following schools will be closed today.. What a Blast those days were. Only times kids listened to the NEWS.. We used to build igloos and lite candles inside, and maybe a cig that someone stole from there parents.. Hitching on the back of busses. Piling up snow in the middle of the street so no cars could get through.. Winter Had its great times also. Any other stories??