Our area had a little snow over the weekend. At home, it was probably less than two inches, but surrounding areas had a little more than that.
In our Facebook group, a few of my Surry girls were sharing old family photos that had been taken in the snow. I don’t think I have any old snow pictures. But I do have memories.
During my childhood, we seemed to have snow more often than we do now, and our accumulations were greater, too. We’d miss a week from school quite often. Those were fun days for me….no school, and it wasn’t because of sickness. Win/win.
Like others, my memories include playing outside until your hands and feet were so cold, they felt as though they’d just fall off. Your mittens or gloves and socks would get soaking wet. Only then did we come inside. Our accessories went on top of the old oil-burner to dry out, and we got as near to it as we could to thaw out from our outdoor fun.
But, back to this past weekend: after the snow we had Friday evening, Motor Man took me back to my hometown (only about a 20 minute drive) Saturday morning, so I could take pictures.
I’m so thankful that my childhood home is still standing, and that friends live there now.
Within a mile is historic Bacon’s Castle. No matter how often I visit, I ALWAYS take pictures. It’s rare to get a photo of just the original part of the house (1665), so I was very pleased with this shot.
This is the barnyard, and I imagined my granddaddy, uncles (and even some of my aunts) out tending to the animals on those cold winter days.
When we left home that morning, I didn’t know we were going to be venturing out for pictures, so I didn’t have boots. Motor Man loaned me his (which just happened to be in the vehicle). He waited for me to roam around the grounds and take pictures as long as I wanted, and while waiting, he took a shot of some other out buildings.
I sent that picture to Marshall by text, and he ran it through a filter on his phone and sent it back to me. (This blog is obviously a family effort.)
Also in Bacon’s Castle is the Old Brick Church cemetery, where the majority of my ancestors are buried. I don’t recall whether I’ve ever taken pictures of it in snow, but I’m sure that, in the past, there have been funerals held there during snowy weather.
My hometown is nothing more than a crossroads, but I would never want to live so far away as not to be able to visit on a whim. It always brings back memories.
~These Days Of Mine~
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