Jump! Day 10

It seems rather fitting with the, “snowmageddon,” on the east coast of the USA right now to discuss a winter weather memory.

What might that involve you ask? Well of course I’ll reply with one single word: snow.

Growing up in Anchorage, Alaska all those years ago, we were no strangers to winter weather, freezing rain, miles and miles of snow, and shoving said snow in order to get from point A to point B. Things really haven’t changed that much in the last forty years, in terms of human being’s traversing pathways with snow. We used shovels, snow blowers/plows, giant snow machines, and ginormous snow plows that created a miniature version of the Chugach Mountain Range in the center of our street or cul-de-sac to get out of the house every winter.

I think it was around the late 1980’s or early 1990’s when we had an, “unusually,” large snow fall in Anchorage. The type of snow fall when Dad would get up onto the roof and push the snow off the roof so that it wouldn’t cave into the house.

Am I painting a delightful picture or what? Go grab your blankets folks!

Well, with said snow fall came all sorts of fun! Some of these fun times would involve helping shovel a pathway from the front door to the end of the driveway, and then continuing all across the driveway so that the car could back out of the garage. How many of you can relate to this description as follows:  Opening the door from the house to the outside world, and a foot of snow falls onto you so that you have to kick, shovel, and scrape it out of the house before even going outside?

Debbie and I were shoveling snow off of the back porch, over the railing of the deck, and onto the yard. Shovel after shovel, after shovel full. I was probably, in all honesty, playing around and not helping at all. Romping around in my snow pants, boots, and jacket all the while gleefully making snow balls to throw at Debbie was my absolute ideal of fun time in January. The joys of being five years old know no bounds. I distinctly remember Debbie stating, “There’s so much snow in the yard now, I could probably jump off and have a fluffy landing.” Ok, well maybe those weren’t your exact words, but let’s just go with it. I looked over the edge of the high upper level deck and thought to myself, “Hmmmm, you’re probably right, but that sounds like a bad idea.” I quipped back with, “What if you jump into the vegetable box below huh? You’ll poke your tush on the wire!”

The next thing I knew, she climbed over the 1 story high railing, and jumped into the snow below!

I screamed, with all my lung power because that’s what you do when you’re five years old.

Our mom came rushing outside and calling, “What’s going on, why are you screaming, where’s your sister?” Debbie was laying in the snow below laughing away, and I was eagerly tried to climb over the railing to join her. Needless to say, I didn’t make it in time.

Oh the joys of so much snow! I have so many funny memories that involve winter time in Anchorage. But that is one of my favorites by far. Your face was all pink and flushed from the cold air, the fluffy purple coat from head to toe was outlined in the snow and your laughter filled the air.

There is something to be said about the child in all of us that comes out when snow fills the air. I also quite like the stillness that seems to descend upon a neighborhood as the cold flakes hit the ground. It seems surreal to be hearing about all this snow fall and not yet experiencing it in 2015. I’m thankful for the memories, and I’ll take the liquid sunshine any day in Oregon.

Photo on 1-29-15 at 5.37 PM

Happy Sparkles to you sister! I love you! xoxo

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