Snowy Hillsides

I was watching the boys behind us sledding down the hill.  I remembered wonderful times of sledding down hills.  Winton Woods Golf Course with Dad, when their hills were open to sledding.  Ice skating and sledding at Aunt Irma’s and Uncle John’s.  The boys guarded us well on those toboggans.  We laughed, our noses were runny, the sun was shining.  The older cousins shoveled the snow off the pond so we could ice skate.  Life was best when Joe showed up.  He was dreamy. Continue reading “Snowy Hillsides”