As with many Octobers here, we’ve already seen snow. Twice. In between those snows, we’ve hit 80 degrees.
Such is the weather in Colorado.
But when I think of first snows, I tend to think of the snow that ushers in winter—that first snow that comes along sometime in mid to late November when the trees are bare and the grass is brown. (Okay, yes, I realize winter doesn’t officially start until December 21, but to me, winter starts in November.)
And when I think of that first winter snow, I’m transported back in time, back to the excitement I felt as a little kid, sitting next to the big picture window in our living room, watching the flakes tumble in slow motion to the ground. It always made me want to listen tothis song…
That first snow—and that song—also always made me eager for an adventure, so my older brother and I would don winter jackets, not-so-waterproof mittens, and itchy wool hats. We’d pull on our Moon Boots and make our way out the door to our backyard tundra. We made first tracks, created snow angels, wrestled around, and put slush down the other’s back. And in those years when the snow was heavy and actually accumulated, we engaged in fierce snowball fights and built snowmen.Continue reading “First Snow | Nostalgic Memories of the Past”
Hello friends! Today is my last “takeover” guest post for the week. Corey is back from her vacation and she will be back in blogging action on Sunday with her next fabulous Everyday Nostalgia post. I’ve had a great time this week sharing my favorite nostalgic television theme songs on Music Monday and my nostalgic trip to Disneyland on yesterday’s Throwback Thursday post. Thanks for all your great comments and feedback on the website, Facebook, and Instagram! I’m happy that I was able to connect with all you great Nostalgia Seekers!
Speaking of vacations, today’s Remember Reminder is a simple, yet difficult thing to remember, and sometimes a ridiculously difficult thing to execute, particularly in America:
As the images of the Disneyland park flashed across the screen during that Wonderful World of Disney intro, I would develop an indescribable longing to BE there, to be at that amazing, magical amusement park. Just think! Colorful parades! Disney characters! A futuristic monorail train! (A MONORAIL, can you imagine!?). Disneyland looked to be exactly what they said it would be—the “happiest place on earth”—and I couldn’t wait for the day I would enter Walt Disney’s glorious imagination and walk through the gates of Disneyland! For a kid from boring ol’ Wyoming, the Southern California sun shining on Sleeping Beauty’s castle seemed like heaven.