Winter 2021 will find me mostly indoors, afraid of slipping on the ice. For fresh air, I bundle up in my puffy coat and sit on the front porch, hoping someone might drive by and wave a hello. Alone with my thoughts, I like remembering.
I had a good childhood in Chippewa Falls, Wis. My favorite outdoor winter activity was ice skating at the mill pond which was about a mile and a half from my home. In my teenage years, my friend Sue and I walked there almost every night. There was a warming house with a wood stove tended by a kindly man who kept logs in the stove and order on and off the rink. Music blared from a loudspeaker; the only song I can remember is “There is a Tavern in the Town.” I was a pretty good skater. I could go forward and backward, join human trains, and hold my own in a game called Crack the Whip. Sue and I had to be home by 9 p.m. on school nights, and we had it timed to the minute.
On days when it’s tempting to feel deprived and isolated, memories entertain me while they are also a comfort and a source of gratitude.
Marge Lundeen, OblSB