Childhood Memories....

Snow... something rare here in Coastal NC, but something a Jersey girl saw plenty of growing up! Miss it-- not really, but it is a beautiful sight. Brings back memories of sitting there waiting impatiently as the radio announcer ran down the list of school closings in alphabetical order-- we were an O--, my little brother trying to be the first one done to the stores to shovel those sidewalks, just to make money to get doughnuts! The snowman building, the snowball fights,sledding down the hill by the railroad tracks, snow angels, my winter boots-- we were so stylish back then! Mittens that never seemed to match and hats that always made us look like geeks! We played for hours and hours, all over the neighborhood. And stopped in all the houses to get warm, drink hot chocolate and, if we were lucky, hot, homemade cookies.

There is a tradition in our family; the first snow of the year, Mom ALWAYS made spaghetti and the sauce never came from a jar. It would simmer all day, waiting for us to come in from the cold and for Dad to walk through the door. I admit, I always kept up that tradition while away from home. And I took great pride today while texting Billy.... "gee, too bad you aren't here... Mom is making spaghetti!" So this one is for you little brother... and it was awesome!