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There’s not much news again this week. Last week’ssnow is old news and long gone. I am tempted to claim partial responsibility for that snow -1 prayed for it! I grew up in Garrett County, Maryland where the first flakes usually fall in October and mounds of melting snow linger into the early days of May. I remember shoveling a path to get from the house to the bam by the glow of the dusk-to-dawn fight to do the morning milking. A few hours later, after all the animals were fed and bedded down in golden straw, again we picked up the snow shovels to make our way back to the house. The snow was often deep enough to make snow caves and tunnels. We played for hours in the snow, going only to the house to exchange wet gloves for dry ones waiting on the old iron radiators. We occasionally made traditional snow men, but we had a creative mother who sculpted mounds of packed snow into cartoon characters, animals and even people. One time we started to make a bust of George Washington, but it looked more like Grandma Carleton, so we packed on snow to make the hair a little longer and soon had a 5 foot tall snow statue that looked just like our grandmother. My favorite snow creations were the characters from the Peanuts comic strip, especially the giant sized dog house with Snoopy sleeping the winter away on the roof. Yes, I am ready for snow - and lots of it!
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