it they did, then we who attended the Public shools did too!
what a view from the top!!!
you know, the one that weighed 50lbs,
you could 'steer' it (yeah right...)
and it's metal blade runners were not only capable of slicing through the deepest snow,
but very adept at causing serious injuries at those times when the sled's 'steering' arms
brought you to the base of a tree trunk at the bottom of said hill....
wool mittens covered so thick with snow
that when you took them off
they were molded into the little clutched-shape of our frozen hands...
our lungs burning from hours of being in the snap of cold wind
and our stocking-caps wound tightly around our necks,
was thee best place to be after a long day of sledding.
we would undress at the back door, fingers, toes & cheeks
(ALL of them) tingling from the indoor heat...
I would get in my flannel nightgown and a fresh pair of dry wool socks
and head straight to the hot water radiator in the dining room~
where I would lie on my back on the floor
and plant both feet firmly on the scorching hot fins of the radiator.
and I now look back on them with a chuckle
....and a wish for a more simpler time.
the Sledding in Connecticut Sampler
that you see above is my tribute to such days long ago...
it will be available soon in pattern form along with Christmas Adam & Christmas Eve,
and perhaps a couple more....
and the chance to make new ones~