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Writer's Block: Winters in my Childhood
Dec. 16th, 2007 04:41 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Snow and cold. On the visual end, beautiful. On the life end a continual state of anxiety and misery. Rural. Poor. Waking up with snow on my pillow. Pipes freezing regularly, so scooping and melting snow to wash hair, do dishes. A mother who didn't drive (vision issues) and often couldn't breathe, a very sick brother, a father who worked over an hour away in the days before cell phones, and frequent periods of no phone at home. House on a lake, on a tiny dirt road, walking the quarter mile to stand at the road waiting for the school bus, sloggling through snow often a foot or more deep to get there to stand in the wind driven snow at 7:10 AM. It was beautiful. It was full of love. It was awful in every other way except those frozen hours I skated on the lake. Fleeting beauty. Wretched endurance.
Snow and cold. On the visual end, beautiful. On the life end a continual state of anxiety and misery. Rural. Poor. Waking up with snow on my pillow. Pipes freezing regularly, so scooping and melting snow to wash hair, do dishes. A mother who didn't drive (vision issues) and often couldn't breathe, a very sick brother, a father who worked over an hour away in the days before cell phones, and frequent periods of no phone at home. House on a lake, on a tiny dirt road, walking the quarter mile to stand at the road waiting for the school bus, sloggling through snow often a foot or more deep to get there to stand in the wind driven snow at 7:10 AM. It was beautiful. It was full of love. It was awful in every other way except those frozen hours I skated on the lake. Fleeting beauty. Wretched endurance.
