Pat Shingleton: "Sneaux Days"
Another Nor'easter has smacked New England. Heavy snowfall, in our younger years, closed schools and after fulfilling the directive of clearing walks and driveways, it was sled riding time. The starting point of the trail was Windover Avenue, taking us over Longview Drive, across Aunt Mae's yard, to the woods below. By sanding the rust from the rails of the Radio Flyer, the trip was slicker. A coat of parafin or candle wax slicked the skids even more. A downhill run was exhilarating but going back was a task. Mom made us wear so much clothing it was difficult to move about. At the bottom was a bonfire with foil wrapped apples and potatoes, tucked into the coals. What followed was a melt down and snowball fights. More in tomorrow's column.