Even those of us who like snow have probably gotten a belly full of it by now. I have enjoyed snow all my life. It probably has something to do with when I was a kid, and the enjoyable times we had when it snowed.
We lived just across the road from George and Ada Grimlsey. Their children were younger than the ones in my family, but Ashby and I were about the same age, and whenever there was enough snow to close school or when it snowed on a weekend, he and I and maybe my brother Charles and Ashby’s siblings, Millie and Walter and Russell, would drag our old metal runner sleds up the hill beside the fence and have a big old time. If the conditions were right, we could sometimes slide almost all the way down to their house.
That seems like 20 or 30 years ago, but it was the 1950s. Time flies when you are having fun. Our condolences to the Grimsley family. Ada passed away just a few weeks ago. And time marches on and the world changes.
And speaking of time marching on, I want to tell you a short story about our youngest grandchild, Addison, who was just 2-years-old in February. Yes, I know, everybody’s grandchildren are smart and talented, but indulge me for a moment.
Seems Miss Addi has developed a sweet tooth for Mimi’s pies, especially the creamy ones like butterscotch, or the ones you get to put whipped cream on, like pumpkin. Anyway, Addi and her mom and dad were over for dinner Sunday night, and Linda had two pies that were supposed to be taken to her sister’s for a St. Patrick’s Day dinner that was canceled. Well, you know how young parents are these days about what their children eat. But, Addi had eaten a good dinner, and I looked at my daughter, Molly, and said, “Should we mention the P-I-E?”
Addi looked straight at me and then her grandmother and said, “Pie? Pie?”
I almost fell out of my chair. Yes, she had a piece of Mimi’s homemade, not-from-a-box, butterscotch pie. First, she ate the meringue, then the filling and then every piece of the crust. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful family dinner.
And as for other current events, my seed potatoes are sitting forlornly in the garage. They, like the fields of robins I have seen the last several mornings, are in HOLD mode, until this weather passes. Then, they are going in the ground, and we are going to get on with this springtime. Happy Lent, everyone. I’m giving up snow.