Snow Day…

Yes, Cincinnati got about 3-4 inches last night and so the city stops…

Highly amusing to a girl who has lived in Michigan, Wisconsin, Connecticut, Illinois and Nebraska…honestly producers of WAY greater snowstorms than Cincinnati could ever weather and live to tell about it.

I’ve always loved snow.

The ability to lightly fall and blanket and hush the world for a minute. To make the ugly pristine, and shining new for just one perfect moment. To make the warmth inside your house seem a beacon and safe place where the world can stop for an instant and hot chocolate can create a physical feeling of love… And every angle from grey clouds that look like billowing smoke, with white flakes waltzing or tasmania-deviiling across the skies to blinding shining ice crystals making the sun a million times brighter gives my eyes a winter workout. And the crunch, crunch, crunch sounds that accompany the first walk. Love the visuals, not so hot on the actual cold that accompanies it however…

So here are my most vivid snow Memories…

My Sixth Birthday

I was turning 6, and I was having my first birthday party!  Including personally signed invitations sent to all the girls in my kindergarten class and my close personal friends in the neighborhood, a Red Riding hood theme, a 3-d centerpiece and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey…it was the real deal!.

We lived in Michigan at the time in a suburb outside of Detroit called Utica. This was a neighborhood of Kick-the-can, slamming screen doors, forts built-in the woods, frogs and fireflies and being home when the street lights came on.

Um, did I mention that my birthday is March 21st the first day of spring?

So the candled cake was made (chocolate with chocolate icing of course!) the 3-D centerpiece was assembled, a snappy little red riding hood with a folded out paper skirt, red riding hood napkins, balloons, everything. My first very big deal in entertaining!! I was super psyched!!

And then…14 inches of snow.

So instead of 30 guests, we had 5. The ones who could put on the ugly rubber boots, double scarves, hats and gloves and actually trudge to my house.

Did we have fun? Yes! Was I disappointed? Yes.

Maybe that’s why I throw so many parties today…

Green Bay…

OK in Green Bay it snowed so much it was weirder NOT to have snow. And snow days ? forget it. The only snow day I ever had there (and it was only a half a day at that) was  when I was a freshman at St. Josephs Academy for Girls, when it was blizzarding so hard they sent us home from school early…it was snowing so hard you couldn’t see ANYTHING out of the bus windows. It scared the shit out of me…this was tie-a-rope-to-the-barn-door-and-hope-you-don’t-die kind of situation!!

It was also so cold there that too this day I have broken capillaries around my nose from walking in the cold everyday to grade school…yes I almost got frostbite on a regular basis. And I only lived 3 blocks from the school.

But the upside was I learned to ski, ice skated regularly, got to ride a snowmobile and even ice fished (dear Dad please don’t ever make me do that last one again OK? 🙂

The Blizzard of ’78

When we moved to Cincinnati in my Sophomore year I attended Lakota High School (way back when there was only ONE of them).

Having lived through the winters in Green Bay, southern Ohio seemed like a breeze…a balmy winter breeze.

It used to make me laugh and laugh when we’d get off of school when it snowed a 1/2 an inch, I thought it was hilarious…grizzled, blizzard survivor that I was.

But then came the Blizzard of ’78, not only did we get a snow day…we got a snow MONTH. Seriously we were off for that long…which would seem like super fun right?

Unless you are stuck in a house, with your parents, in the suburbs, In the middle of corn fields, can’t drive, can’t walk anywhere, a 15 minute cap on phone calls (this is before the cell phone era) what’s a girl to do? Listen to the radio….a LOT. Goddess bless Q102 for getting me through that month..and now whenever I hear Manfred Mann’s version of “Blinded by the light” I remember it through a shimmering ice landscape with sun bouncing rays off the winter white crystals into my room onto my silver and blue tweeded am/fm stereo hi-fi radio (with two detachable speakers I might add!) sitting on its marble window frame as I lay dreaming of the day I could drive and escape the confines of my room and snow imposed icy prison.

Today? I dream I don’t have to drive in it, and luckily for today that is true,  so I simmer up some hot chocolate, start mixing the cookie dough, throw the movie in and snuggle Emma, kitty contingent Jasper, Lola and Smokey and I under a huge fluffy blanket…

And take a snow day.

About Elle Crash

At one point it was New York, L.A., Tokyo, Istanbul, Venice, Curacao, Now it's here in Cincinnati... I make rock, food, marketing, magic and cats purr... If you'd like a copy of my cookbook "Rock and Rolls" contact me.
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2 Responses to Snow Day…

  1. Your description of snow’s transformative powers is so evocative that I wish I could have a snow day! And you know I can’t believe I’m actually saying that. It’s been raining hard here all day, so we’re almost there … all we need is a 40-degree drop in temperature to turn Tallahassee into a white winter wonderland!

  2. Janet Rodriguez says:

    It is very neat to read about your life! Especially your trials with snow and how it deterred you from having fun in some cases but you had fun enjoying its beauty, also. It’s neat to hear your memories of being 6, being a teen, and now….such a great autobiography and you have an inspiring positive attitude. I also have a good memory of being a little kid….you’d be surprised how many people don’t have these memories! Thanks for sharing.

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