I was raised on a ranch twenty miles from the nearest town.
It was a wonderful place in which to grow up.
I lived and worked and spent my days with family and farm animals.
A peaceful, beautiful sunlit life.
Except when it snowed.
And then it was something else entirely.
It became perfect.
Maybe I should explain . . .
To get to school each day, my siblings and I rode the school bus.
There were flaws in the system.
The bus driver of the day refused to make the entire trip to the ranch.
And instead, would meet us at Nine-Mile Corner.
Situated nine miles from the ranch.
Okay, so, creative name-ers, we weren't.
Moving on . . .
Every day, Mom, and occasionally Dad, would drive us to meet the bus.
So we would be driving a vehicle to the middle of nowhere to meet another vehicle.
We didn't always connect.
At which time, Mom, and occasionally Dad, would have to take us the remaining eleven miles into town.
Sigh.
And all of this was when the weather cooperated.
When it didn't, things were a tad different.
During the winter, when it stormed, driving to the school bus was very nearly impossible.
But our parents would gamely try unless told to do otherwise by someone in authority.
The announcer on the radio was just such an authority.
When we awoke to howling winds and/or thickly falling snow, we would wait breathlessly to hear the magic words.
Which schools were being closed.
Inevitably, Milk River was on the list.
At which time, we would rejoice, loudly, and proceed to plan out a day of skating and/or sledding and/or playing in the snow. With fresh doughnuts and hot chocolate to follow.
The very best of days.
Because a Snow Day is a gift and isn't to be wasted.
Moving ahead . . .
When my own kids were growing up, schools were never closed due to snow.
But buses were often canceled.
When that happened, even when our family was living in town, I kept my kids home.
Because a Snow Day is a gift and isn't to be wasted on going to school.
Moving ahead again . . .
A few days ago, a blizzard blew into Edmonton and area.
A large blizzard.
Preceded by freezing rain.
Which made the roads almost impassible.
The commute to work quickly became a snarled mess of broken automobiles and frustrated drivers.
I kept my Husby home.
Because a Snow Day is a gift and simply isn't to be wasted on going to work.
So beautiful, Diane. I feel the same way and have even used the term "gift" to describe this wonderful free snow day. I've never regretted a day dedicated to reading and a warm fire.
ReplyDeleteIt IS a gift, Laurie! Such a special, warm one! :)
DeleteI don't know if the kids or I enjoyed snow days more! I loved having them home. You did good keeping Husby home; adults sometimes take chances and it can turn out badly.
ReplyDeleteOh, so true!
DeleteHooray for appreciating (and finding) the gifts in life.
ReplyDeleteSometimes you have to look. And sometimes, they literally fall out of the sky! ;)
DeleteIt doesn't snow here so there has never been a day when the schools closed. When I was little schools didn't have airconditioning and the demountable classrooms (temporary, ha ha) would get very hot, and occasionally the school would let us out one or two hours early. Not as good as a whole day (or days)off, but good enough for us.
ReplyDeleteYep. Even an hour or two would be special! Can't imagine it getting so hot! Truly another world, River! :)
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