It's funny, when it snows here, the first thing I want to do is
grab my camera and go take pictures of the magic being created on the landscape.
Everything looks so pretty after the first fall of flakes.
Looking back on old photos from my childhood, I realized that the
photos of the snowfalls always included people.
Most noticeably, us kids...
Here we are, circa 1969, in Riverdale Park, Toronto.
I remember the feeling of getting bundled up so tight that my dad had to
do up our boots, or skates because we couldn't bend over in all that winter gear.
That's me, front row center with the chipped tooth.
I remember that hat too. It was 'genuine sheep skin'
and man, was it warm!
Toronto winters were white, long and cold...
My sister, me and my brother (probably freezing our little buts off)
But seeming like we were having fun no matter what the temperature was.
That's my dad's big shadow taking our picture.
I guess because I don't have little kids at home anymore, I tend to
take pictures of the leaves and trees and shadows of the weather...
I'm not sure if I lived back east again if I would be running out at the
first sight of snowy down.
Winter is different there. You're in for the long haul and the first snow
is the sign of the beginning of about 6 more months of it.
It's cold and predictable.
Here we can have mild temps for weeks at a time and snow
is a fairly short occurrence.
It never lasts long.
Here's my sister in her new winter coat.
It was bright red and black.
And those boots!!
You go-go girl!
Now look at the snow beside her...
I remember making tunnels and igloos out of those piles.
Here we don't get that at all.
And the tobogganing!!
We were on the hill all the time.
Every household owned at least one toboggan.
I think I should like to spend at least one more winter in real snow.
Maybe I'm forgetting all the shite parts of real winters though...
the driving, the shovelling, the not getting out of the house for days.
But I guess that's the beauty of childhood memories isn't it?
All sugar and spice and coming in from the cold, leaving your winter
woollies in a pile in the basement and coming upstairs for hot cocoa...