Snow on the little rabbitpatch was a lovely sight to behold. The cottages on the Bonnet Street , grand or not, all had lights shining from their windows, making the place charming and cozy. There wasn’t a bit of movement and so silence filled the air. Kyle and Christian went out with the boxer and then the world wasn’t as quiet. I made snow lanterns while the boxer leaped about. The boys had a wild snowball fight. We must be the only children on the block, for not another soul was in sight. We came into a house full of the smell of fresh baked bread. That was a nice day.
That night the powdery snow became ice. We did not lose power, thankfully. Jenny told me the adventures they had with snow. The girls could not get enough of it and were exhausted by evening. Brant has to work in such conditions, but Sydney and her parents made sure that Ryan enjoyed the day. The pictures they sent proved it was a memorable event, for all of them. They built a snow family, with a cat-and when Brant arrived, Ryan had sled rides. It is safe to say, that not a single one of the grandchildren went lacking in joy, this day!
I do not work on Mondays, and schools were closed. I have a lot of reading to do for my job and a bit of paperwork. There are also a few little projects to do in the house. An extra good supper is planned, for I have the extra time.
My youth was full of bigshot dreams. Life winnowed them out, until at last, I ended up right where I ought to be. I wouldn’t have guessed how much pleasure could be derived from just tending the house and cooking for my loved ones. I never thought big enough to understand the joy of growing flowers or having pets or writing about such things. No one ever says, ‘I want to be a grandmother, when I grow up”, yet it is one of the best things that could ever happen to us.
Today I sit in another drafty, very old house as content as I can be. . . and thinking about what to cook for supper. It does not take “fame and fortune” to live happily, as it turns out.
By Wednesday, only remnants of snow, in shady nooks, remained. There was sunshine-clear and brightly shining -but it has been cold ever since the grand event.
Believe it or not, another winter storm is in the forecast for the coming weekend. There is a chance of snow again. Snow or not, it will be brutally cold. Kyle asked if I would make crepes again, at the prospect of snow.
Thursday, was a busy day. I left school, later than usual, then I had several tasks to accomplish. I felt unusually tired . . but it was the headache that stopped me altogether. I do not suffer with headaches . . not even occasionally. It was the worst headache, that I could have imagined. My eyes hurt, so that I could not hold them open. My ears hurt, my throat hurt- so I went to bed before seven! The next morning, which was Friday, I woke with body aches and weakness. The headache was better. A test confirmed my suspicions . . I had covid. With the headache reduced to just an awful memory now, I just feel like I have a cold-or a mild flu.
As I was remembering my elders, that morning, I thought first of Aunt Josie, for it was her birthday. Aunt Josie, my moms’ sister, had married quite young. She married an especially handsome man who was in the army and off she went so far away, from everything she knew. Aunt Josie was either very brave or madly in love (or both) to go halfway across the country-away from the farm-away from her family. Back then, folks did not travel as they do now. Both Kansas and Texas seemed like foreign soil, when I was very young.
Maybe, I was four or five, when Aunt Josie came back to the farm. By then, she had two little sons. There had been so much cleaning and scrubbing going on, that I was quite certain these people were quite special . . and they were. I still remember meeting them for the first time in Pop and Grandmas’ living room. I do not remember when, but my cousins, Chuck and Chris became more like brothers to me than cousins. They remain that way, to this day.
Aunt Josie was a cheerful aunt with a beautiful smile and the handsome uncle Charlie, had a distinct laugh.. . and he laughed a lot. Aunt Josie had learned some new dishes, that were quite unfamiliar to us country folks. She made goulash and spaghetti! In the summer evenings the adults would play cards and listen to Hank Williams, while we untamed kids ran wild as rabbits. . .left to our own devices.
Aunt Josie and I were close, to her last day . . and I still miss her.
The wind was blowing with a vengeance, when I woke today. It was eight degrees and there was but a slight dusting of snow was on the rooftops.
I wasn’t going to make snow lanterns anyway.