Both Sides of the Fence

A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!

Six of ten on the record books

Aging, Snow

This is the second snowiest winter in Milwaukee's history, according to this morning's Journal Sentinel.

I'm not surprised, having lived through six of the top ten snowy winters. And if that doesn't make a person feel old, I don't know what does.

Snowy winter #4 was 1959-60. I was a little girl, and I remember jumping off the roof into snowbanks. Children were hardier then. I also remember my parents digging a tunnel from the house to the garage. (That summer, my dad built an attached garage and sold off the lot where the old one had stood. He figured it was less work than digging tunnels.)

A huge storm came the night before my birthday party. We figured no one would come, but as the time neared, cars started showing up in front of the house. Back then, parents were eager to discharge their kids for awhile, and we all agreed to turn it into a slumber party. We had pink cake and sloppy joes, a fire in the fireplace, and a rollicking good time digging more tunnels in the snow. To us, that was fun. And child safety hadn't been invented yet. 

Now I will don my blue rubber boots and once again remove the wall of snow deposited in front of my driveway. This is the second time in 24 hours the plows have turned the plowfull of snow directly into my driveway apron. That has never happened before. I figure it's punishment for complaining ever so sweetly about their doing it last night.

After that, I'll really feel old. Or my back will.

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