While it has been a typical winter here in south Texas, for many of you
living in the midwest and the east, this winter has been brutal. Having
grown up in a northern Chicago suburb right along Lake Michigan,
I can remember how long and tiring winter can be.
I remember the huge snowdrifts left behind after the streets were
plowed. Heavy jackets, tights, sweaters and boots. The static
electricity my long hair gathered. Learning that if I dampened my
comb those long and errant strays would fall into place. Yet then
again, only to return after the wearing of a knit cap. The dreaded
Despite these inconveniences, there are the treasured memories of
winter too. Ice skating with friends every weekend on the village ice
rink. Hot chocolate in the field house afterwards. The two fireplaces
in our house always aglow with a fire. Watching the burning embers
with the lamps turned off. My Daddy capturing the glistening
branches covered in ice and highlighted by the moon as he worked
his magic with his camera.
Once when there was a particularly bad ice storm, all the power went
out for several hours on a Saturday. My parents were supposed to
attend a party that night. Being typical hearty midwesterners, the ice
did not deter their party going spirit and they braved the elements.
Meanwhile my next door neighbor Madeleine came over to spend the
night with me. We camped out in sleeping bags with extra down filled
comforters in front of the fireplace in the recreation room. Armed with
pizza, cokes, chips and an array of "junk food" we giggled away
the evening. My parents eventually made it back home safely after
having a very memorable and joyful evening. And for me, it that
evening is also very memorable. My dear childhood friend Madeleine
passed away several years ago. Taken away from us far too soon by
colon cancer. Whenever I think of her, I remember that evening.
The giggling, the sharing of young hopes and dreams.
So here we are at the end of February. We have all been down this
path before. March can and will probably continue to be an
unpredictable month. There will be days that will tease us into
believing spring is here at long last, and then convince us otherwise.
Yet we remain hopeful. I for one say ~ bring on spring!
We are all ready now.
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley