When or where have we seen such a snow? Sledding has not been as keen within the memory of eighth grade boys. Every father in the neighborhood has had an order for a sled. All orders have been filled. Two 2 x 4’s cut at an angle and bridged together with a few crosspieces. And a home-made sled is evolved. A sled to haul the wood and kindling as well as a sled for joyriding.
Neighborhood visiting is done via children’s home made sleds. Mothers and grandmothers have all had rides and the teacher at school must go coasting every noon. If you get up enough speed going down one bank of the creek you can coast up the other side.
The oldsters seem to be holding their own remarkably well. A high school miss dropped her comb while getting her waves just so. It was too far to the floor, for she had been coasting the day before. Mother picked up the comb for her. Mother had been coasting too.
As we watch these country kids in the back pasture it seems they are having fully as much fun as any one behind a car. They do not think so. But danger ever lurks when a sled is hitched to a car. Something tightens within us every time we see youngsters clipping along thus.
Father has had his fill of snow and ice. He would vote for a thaw to get this ice off the wheat. But the weatherman casts his vote with the younger generation. We will have coasting a while longer.