As I get older, my liking for snow tends to diminish. But when I was young, naive and full of vim and vinegar, I loved it. I had a sled with metal runners as did all my friends. We could hardly wait to get the sleds out and start sliding. Snow forts and snowballs were the fun things of the day and they usually lasted a long time.
The city did not do much to the streets in my youth so the snow got packed down by cars and boy did it make for fun sledding.
Of course there were a few bad things about snow, shoveling it for one. I was expected to shovel the walkways into the house in the front on off 13th Street. Also the walk along the property should be cleaned off for the usage of those who used them. Dad had chains for his truck and mom’s car so he was set and hoped mom was too.
We would get several youngsters together and have a great time sledding, snow ball fighting and just plain playing in the snow. If mom was home at the time, we finally got cold and wet enough to come in to warm up we had hot chocolate with marshmallows in it. We also managed to have the same in any other homes we ended up in. Seems the mothers of the time felt that hot chocolate cured cold and wet youngsters of most anything.
The city would actually have Perkins Street hill between 4th and 5th streets blocked off just for sledding, we thought. Dad later told me it was as much as the hill was steep and almost impossible for some people to go up and not slid back. Boy did that burst my bubble. But they did block it off and did not seem to care if we sledded on it so off we would go.