Long, LONG, Ago

There is a hill here in town…heck, there are lots of hills around here. The Region isn’t called Halton Hills for nothing. Anyway, back to the hill…it’s a favorite place for kids in the winter. They swarm that hill with their toboggans and flying-whatsits, no matter the weather. If there is snow, the kids are there. And dutiful parents stand at the top, huddled into winter coats, stomping their feet in a futile effort to keep their toes from freezing.

I was raised in the small village of Streetsville. Streetsville had a park with an outdoor skating rink but that park also had a really great hill…a huge hill… the best around for tobogganing. If you didn’t have a toboggan, you went behind the IGA and grabbed a cardboard box…flatten the thing out and it served the purpose. And we kids would swarm that hill, just as the kids here do today.

Now, about half way down that hill there is a substantial ridge. We would cram as many kids as possible on a tobaggan and we all knew, if you were last on, what was going to happen when that tobaggan flew over that ridge. Last kid on was usually the only one to fly off. And, if you fell off you were the schmuck who had to tote the mode of transportation back up to the top of the hill. That’s the way it was…code of honour amongst kids. But it was great. We would spend hours there, no matter how cold it was. Then face concerned mothers when we all went to our respective homes, soaking wet to the skin.

Today…well, I have to go to the store. I need a bottle of dark beer to try out a new slow-cooker recipe. I’ll go to the store in my car and my car has a working heater. But, I don’t wanna go! Baby it’s cold outside. LOL

How times have changed!

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8 Responses to Long, LONG, Ago

  1. gaylene says:

    love the story of the hill! 🙂

  2. SurferG says:

    I love this, Jill. It’s so true! Very well said.

  3. marshacanham says:

    Yeah, well I remember as a kid walking a good mile back and forth to school, my sister ordering me to walk ten steps behind her cuz she was too embarassed to be seen with a younger sister. We had to cross two major intersections and along the way we’d pick up kids who would fall into step behind us so that by the time we trooped into the school yard there were a couple dozen and we’d all scatter to play close to the doors we were assigned to go in. After school was the same….trudging the mile home. Winters were the worse because my parents only had one car and my dad worked shifts (a cop) so even in a blizzard we had to shlep on foot, wrapped in scarves and hats and thick boots. We had to wear dresses to school back then, no one allowed jeans or even snow pants. (I didn’t own a pair of blue jeans till I was 18) And school coats were wool, not the big thick down-filled things they have today, so because we had layers of sweaters underneath we all looked and waddled like Pillsbury Dough Boys. There were no backpacks either, so books had to be carried. No plastic bags either so they got snowed on and rained on and the excuse “my homework got wet” was a valid one. Worse part about leaving for school in winter was the steep incline from our side door to the sidewalk, and as kids we were NEVER allowed to use the front door, even though there were stairs down to the walk. One wrong step and you flew down the incline on your butt and lay at the bottom for five minutes like a rolly polly trying to figure out how to stand up again. On the way home it was worse, because if my dad hadn’t been home to shovel, the walk up to the side door could be covered in ice and it could take three or four attempts to get up it.

    Yeah, these days I often don’t get my mail for a week because I have walk a block to the mail boxes and it’s just too friggin cold. *snort*

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