OK! Mom Nature, I’ve had enough of winter and am ready for a fresh breath of Springtime!
When I was a kid, I loved this time of year … except for going to school. Frosty days meant snow was soon on the way and snow meant days off from books of knowledge. One winter in late 1950′s, we had deep snowfalls three Saturdays straight and school was closed for more than two weeks. Kids loved it and teachers loved it; parents hated it. Not only could they not get out to go to work at times, we kids soon got on their nerves. Most of us young’uns knew about how far we could push our luck being under foot before the adults would explode. Most of us were pretty good kids in pre-Christmas days away from school, but after the new year began it became more snowy and it was open season on parent’s nerves. We didn’t have snow make-up days before school began each year and in bad winters it was mid June or later before we were paroled for summer. The worst winters even brought Saturday sessions which of course meant those particular days were always bright and warm while we toiled behind our desks, adding to our misery. Some of the farm kids actually liked school on Saturdays; it kept them from their hated weekend chores at home. Most of us managed the discomforts of mandatory school, though and graduated within a year or so of when we were supposed to.
Have a warm Worshday!
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