Snow Angels

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My siblings and I grew up in the Deep South. We didn’t see much snow.

I’ve seen photos of myself when I was about two years old, wearing a little plaid coat with the hood up, standing in the snow. I don’t remember the snow, but I do remember the photos, which is sort of like remembering the snow.

When I was 18, it snowed again. I had tonsillitis and was too sick to go out and play, but my sister made a (small) snowman. It was no more than two feet tall and she kept it in the family’s chest freezer until our mom got frustrated with shifting it around every time she wanted to extract a package of ground beef.

In any case, snow? Not so much.

However, one of the favorite games of the kids in my family was snow. We would scoop up handfuls of pretend snow and pack pretend snowballs. We’d throw those pretend snowballs at each other. This game took place exclusively indoors, in the family home, a circa 1974 mobile home.

After we grew tired of tossing imaginary snowballs at each other, we’d lie down on the golden-brown shag carpet in the living room and make snow angels. I don’t remember how we even knew about snow angels. One of us must have read about them, or maybe we saw them on TV. (Is there a snow angel scene in the Charlie Brown Christmas special?) We’d lie on our backs and rub our little arms and legs back and forth through the shag carpeting. (It’s a wonder we never got rug burns.) When we stood up and looked back, we could almost see the outlines of angels in the carpet.

After we were both grown-up, my sister (oh she of tiny snow person fame) moved to the Midwest. The first time I visited her, I got lucky and the town got snow. After some snowball throwing, we got down to business and lay on our backs on the ground to make snow angels.

It was one of my few adult experiences actually as fun as I imagined it would be when I was a kid. But I did learn that shag carpeting is a lot warmer and drier than snow.

I did not take this photo.

Apparently my siblings and I were not the only people who had the idea of making snow angels in shag carpet. In a book called Schooled by Anisha Lakhani, a couple of young women do the same thing. Read the passage here: https://books.google.com/books?id=qbOZAAAAQBAJ&pg=PT25&lpg=PT25&dq=making+snow+angels+in+shag+carpet&source=bl&ots=a_oHdKCipt&sig=hEsmiBI1niSjBsrNEolcjNXQdJo&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwim4I6gxKLKAhVBxGMKHV_0BHwQ6AEIHTAA#v=onepage&q=making%20snow%20angels%20in%20shag%20carpet&f=false.

 

 

 

About Blaize Sun

I live in my van, which makes me a rubber tramp. I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. I like to play with color. I make collages and hemp jewelry and cheerful winter hats. I take photographs and (sometimes, not in a long time) write poetry. All of those things make me an artist. Although I like to spread joy and to make people laugh, my wit can be sharp. I try to stay positives in all situations, to find the goodness in all people. But I often feel compelled to point out bullshit when I smell it. I like to have fun, to dance, to eat yummy food, to sit by a fire and share stories. I want to know what people hold dear and important, not just make surface small talk. This blog is a way for me to share stories. This blog is made up of my stories, rants, and observations, as well as my photographs.

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  1. I absolutely love your blog. I saw in a past post you talked about going to Arkansas to dig for diamonds. Did you ever make it there? If so, what happened?

    • I went to Arkansas to dig for quartz crystals, not diamonds. It was cool. For $10, one can dig quartz crystals from 7 or 8 in the morning until dusk. I got plenty of crystals in that time. It was super fun too.

      Thanks for reading and thanks for commenting. I’m really flattered that you love my blog.

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