I grew up in the midwest, in the big city of Chicago, and boy do we have winter!
The winter of 1979 we had a blizzard. I remember not being able to see over the fence in our yard because it was covered with snow. We could not drive because the cars were all covered with wet, heavy snow. One night, our family went to a freinds house and we walked. My Dad told me and my sister to lay down in the snow ( we were super bendled up in our one pice snow suits that went from head to foot) and he grabbed the hood of the snowsuits and pulled us most of the way there. It was fun.
I remember one winter that my brother, sister and I were outside playing in the snow. We had these igloo makers, it was a red plastic, brick-like item with a small shovel. We would pack the snow in, and contiinue to do so until we created our “igloo”. This one winter we were outside building our igloo’s and my brother threw the shovel at me and hit my straight in the bridge of my nose. He did not cause any real damage, but left a dent in the place the shovel hit.
When we were young we would often go tobagoning at Caldwell Woods and when we got older it was cross country skiing, wherever Dad felt like driving too.
This article was written for 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy, (hosted by Amy Coffin of the We Tree blog), for week 2 promt that asks these questions. What was winter like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc…