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Another Winter Story

11 years ago

As I sit here at my computer, listening to music and warmed by radiated heat. I am thinking of days past.

We had a radio-a crystal set which had two sets of earphones. This meant that two people could listen at the same time. I don't really remember it well as I never listened for any length of time. I do recall that my mother didn't care to listen because my dad kept changing the frequencies, trying to get more stations. Getting KDKA, Pittsburgh, on a cold winter night was a small triumph. For any of you who recall the early days of TV you may have experienced that same constant changing of stations.

Most folks that I knew didn't have radios. Most of us had Victrolas, though, and an assortment of records we could play. They were more reliable than the radio. That was about the extent of our passive entertainment.

Card playing was popular among adults as well as children. We played family card games and sometimes went to card parties in other homes or in the nearby town. Bridge was considered a "city" game and I knew no one on our area who played it. There was lots of Euchre and Five Hundred among the adults. The children had Old Maid and many other children's games.

In our family, at least, much of our evening time was spent in reading. From the time we were small my parents read to us, starting with nursery rhymes and progressing to full-length books as we grew older.

During the winter we looked forward to some evening sleigh rides. This meant that my father or another parent in the neighborhood would hitch the horses to the sled ( a wagon with sides and with runners replacing the wheels) and my mother would get us ready for a winter ride. The sled was filled with warm blankets and comforters, sometimes heated bricks, sad irons, or maybe stove lids--anything to provide warmth.

We were dressed in many layers, with scarves tied around our heads and chins and warm mittens on our hands. When we were snuggled deep into our "nest" in the sled my father would get up on the seat, shout "Giddap" to the horses, and away we would go, down the country roads. The world looked very different in the moonlight-all white and shining. If there was a full moon it looked so big and close to us.

The roads we took were familiar ones, but there was a certain magic being out riding in the cold winter night. Sometimes we stopped for other neighbor children but often it was just our family taking that ride. We probably went only two or three miles before turning back toward home.

When we arrived home we would unload the paraphernalia from the sled and rush to the warm house. There we found hot cocoa and doughnuts or cookies waiting for us. It was a simple outing, but I still remember it as something special on a cold, moonlight night.

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