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Glimmer #28 Snow Memories
Last week we had a beautiful snowfall. The woods all around us were filled with puffs of snow, piled on the stonewalls and wrapping the trees in cozy blankets. It was a wonderful week to live in rural New England.
As I was driving home with my grandson, I spotted a lovely little stream, winding through the woods. I have seen it there for years, in all seasons. But today it looked magical.
The water was frozen, a grey-white watercolor swath winding through the black tree trunks and through the pure white snow. Everything was perfectly still as we moved past.
I said aloud, “Oh, I wish I had my phone so I could take a picture!”
My wise counselor, three-year-old Max, answered this way.
“You don’t have to take a picture, Nonni. You can put it in your memory.”
I smiled and told him how right he was. “It’s like playing,” he told me. “You use your imagination.”
I wish I had his good sense!
As we continued along the road toward home, I had a sudden vivid memory of one day in my childhood. I think I was about ten years old. My younger sister, Liz, was about eight. I am sure that it was a Sunday, because we used to make sacrifices for Lent, but on Sundays we were free to indulge.. Liz and I had given up candy that year, which was…
