It’s been so cold here lately. 30 degrees tonight! My winter garden is dead mostly. Every time I step outside I’m flooded with flashbacks from growing up in Pittsburgh, where people live with actual cold for months and months. I guess I lived with it too, but I much prefer real Florida winter 75 during the day and a nice 52 in the evening. Cold, but not too. Anyway, I was curious if any of you have similar “flashbacks.”
1) Waking up in the morning and eating cinnamon toast and drinking “tea” (I think it was mostly milk, but a blob of a tea bag and a lot of sugar) while we (my sister and I) propped our feet on the open, blasting oven door. The kitchen was small and we were always warm and toasty as we left the house.
2) Boots – When we were little, my sister and I wore those rubber boots you pulled over your shoes when it was wet or snowy. Because the tops of the boots were loose-fitting, my mom took the extra precaution of wrapping our feet in bread bags over our shoes before we slid our feet into the boots. Now, I think we all know that I have some issues as an adult. Certain things need to be in certain places if I’m to be happy. (It’s not as crazy as it sounds.) As a kid? I was a parent’s worst nightmare. Things had to be exactly the way I pictured. Not that I ever told anyone what the “picture” was. They were grown ups, they should know. So, when it came to the bread-bag-wrapping-of-the-feet, I was a monster. The bags HAD to match. I remember pitching a huge fit (which did not end well on my side) over having to wear a Town Talk (Pittsburgh bread) bag on one foot and a Wonder (delicious with bologna, potato chips and mayo) bag on the other. Imagine the horror . . . (I’m going to go sit under my bed for a little while and talk myself down.)
3) Being a teen – UGH! Back in the late 70’s/early 80’s we didn’t have back packs (and why did we not have back packs?) . . . when it was cold and slushy and/or snowy, my mom would make me wear boots and a hat and all of that. Well, what was the point of getting up at 5 am to straighten and then re-curl my hair if I had to stick a hat on my head? What was the point of my totally cute outfit if I had to wear goofy boots to walk the two miles to the high school? I used to carry a GAP bag with me at all times. Once I’d left the house, the hat, the boots and all the other sensible things went into the bag. I would march bravely to school with no hat, clogs with heels and an open jacket. Hah! I showed them.
What are your stories? I know you have them!