Creating a Winter Essay right now, knowing how I feel about the "S Word," is rather difficult. Been there, didn't enjoy it, don't want to talk about it.
So I decided to select a rather benign photograph of winter as my essay. The photograph above is of my husband's grandparents when they were courting. They were sledding in Salem, Oregon, and there wasn't a great deal of the "S Word" around. Grandpa Palmer isn't even wearing a coat. Probably because compared to the plains of Eastern Montana this was balmy.
They were smiling then, but sledding would soon cease to be a courting ritual and become a necessity. It took both the newlyweds to run the farm in Eastern Montana, in all kinds of weather. When your first born is twins and you have chores to do, you have to fashion a method of taking them along. During the winter months, Grandma Palmer put the twins in a basket, bundled them up, attached the basket to a sled and pulled the sled behind her. It amazes me they lived, any of them.
I really have nothing to complain about.