I hate snow. You’ll never find me walking downtown early in the morning like Jennifer Brown did after a big storm last year and swore she enjoyed it although she was about the only person out.
You’ll never find me at the country club, smiling and making snow angels, and sledding in the snow.
I never made a snow angel, and I never rode on a sled in the snow. I couldn’t stand to get wet, and I couldn’t stand to get cold.
One time I remember when we had a bad snow, and I was quite young. This was before TV, and the telephones were out because of the weather. The paper wasn’t delivered. I had read everything in the house at Trenton and the snow was drifted almost to the top of the fence. My parents took me as long as they could and then put me on a tractor and took me to the end of the road where Mrs. Ware came and got me. She kept me for the rest of the week with her daughter Rosemond.
Each night they would build a big bonfire on the hill beside the road to Clarksville. I never slid down the hill. I stayed by the fire and stayed warm.
I hate snow the minute it begins because I know as soon as it quits snowing, they are going to come with the snow plows and it’s going to be nasty.
Sometimes if there is a wind, we have drifts on the hill — sometimes quite deep and such was the case this time.
My husband and I stayed in the house for two days — and it seemed like two months.
The only good thing out of it was neighbor Gould. He came with his tractor the first day, cleaned the sidewalks and shoveled. I thought he would have a heart attack. Then that afternoon, the wind blew it all back and he had to do it all again. He spent an entire day cleaning the snow away for his neighbors, much of it with a shovel. And we are forever grateful because, on the third day, we were able to get out. Neighbor Gould even cleaned ice and snow from the truck.
Some of the snow is still on the ground, as this is written Wednesday. It had better get 60 degrees as predicted this weekend because there is still a lot of snow to go.
We survived a bad snowstorm, another is predicted in February. We will survive that, but we won’t like it.
We’d much rather see green wheat fields and hyacinth poking up its head. We also know that the buttercups are hiding by the dozen under the snow and ready to pop up.
I worry about the wildlife. I threw out some toast this morning and the birds started eating the toast up on the patio.
Spring will come again and I’ve still never made a snow angel.
New Era Opinion Editor Jennifer P. Brown, who loves cold weather, was kind enough to let me dictate this column to her.
Mary D. Ferguson is a New Era columnist. Ferguson receives mail at 4345 Pembroke Road, Hopkinsville, KY 42240. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.