*This began as a single post, but two paragraphs in, I realized there was no way to fit all my snow mishap stories in one post. I hope you enjoy this three-part series.*
Excepting a two-year stint in Massachusetts, I am a Utah girl, born and raised. Snow has been a part of my life every November through February--and April. (Utah weather likes to toy with us.) I have fond childhood memories of playing in snow, as well as not-so-fond adolescent memories of being defeated by that menacing substance. Snow is cold through and through. (Oh so cold.)
My youngest children are still enamored with the stuff, though. In 2014, I gave #5 a snow shovel as a just-thinking-about-you gift. He loves it! What eight-year-old boy doesn't feel more manly shoveling his family out of the house alongside his father. I love sitting at the dining room window with a cup of cocoa, watching the two of them shovel almost as much as he enjoys the work itself.
|The view from my window during a December 2015 snowstorm.|
There is a house across the street that is hidden by the windy snow.
*Here comes a tangent! Before writing this post, I had not considered the influence of Ford in my family. I grew up singing our extended family's song with great gusto at family reunions. The song includes a line about "We pack our lunch and load the bunch and come from near and far, to come to this reunion in the good old family car." (The lyrics work well set to the tune of the University of Utah's fight song.)
I always thought that was a throwaway line so that "come from near and far" could rhyme with something. Not so. As it turns out, the family car was an important part of each family reunion. When my great-grandfather, Alfred, penned the lyrics to the song, he was probably thinking about the car deals that frequently went down at these family reunions. Great Grandpa's brother-in-law, Uncle Walt, worked at the Ford dealership in Meridian, Idaho, and he always had a car just a year or two old. The Rohner reunions, which apparently influenced the Glauser reunions, became a time to admire Uncle Walt's latest Ford or Mercury. Catching up with each other soon turned to talk of buying Uncle Walt's current, gently used car. How convenient to have it there for a test drive! My dad and his younger brother always got excited at the prospect, which sometimes paid off. Both my grandpa and great grandpa bought used cars at family reunions. This begs the question whether my brother, Jacob, is now a Program Management Analyst at Ford Motor Company because it runs in his blood--or at least in his last name.
|A perk of working in Motor City: |
Jake sometimes borrows new cars for the weekend.
|Picture this beauty with a tire-sized dent in the passenger door.|