3 Sisters and 25 Snowmen


Every winter there was magic in the winter air when we had a big snowfall in Sturbridge, Massachusetts where our father built our house on Cedar Street. We children loved all the land and hills on our property where we frequently enjoyed sledding.  At the end of Cedar Street was the Old Sturbridge Village where we often went on field trips with our school classes.  We loved the horseshoe nail rings the blacksmith   made for each of us as we squealed with delight.  Bundled in our snowsuits like sausages in casings, with hats, mittens and boots, we ran outdoors for several hours of making snowmen.  We discovered it was easier to roll them downhill and soon we continued making an entire village of 25 snowmen.  We played imaginary games with names for the snowmen, snowwomen, and children and had hours of delight.  When our mother called us in as darkness approached, we excitedly  told her all about our adventures as we enjoyed hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Deep winter is upon us here in Upstate New York with just the right kind of snow to build the best of snowmen. Sadly, neighborhood children are seldom to be seen outdoors building them. One young neighbor with three small girls has her children out as much as possible.  I miss those days of carefree outdoor play with no adults to interfere with our imaginations.  Except for an occasional group playing touch football in the neighborhood streets, I simply no longer see children playing outdoors in winter.  Has technology ruined imaginary play  outside? Many of our children have become obese as they sit hours inside with video games.  Or has everything become organized to the extent that children are no longer free to be children as they are driven from one activity to another?  I noticed the results of this in my classroom as tired teens tried to concentrate and focus on learning after being up all night with video games.  If parents and teachers would advocate for technology-free weekends  or even vacations, our children would be healthier in body and in mind.  It is my hope that somewhere, children are enjoying the outdoors and building snowmen still. So from my book, A Past Worth Telling, I offer my readers a poem of that memorable day in Massachusetts.

Twenty-five Snowmen

Bundled in snowsuits
Sliding down hills
On our wooden sleds
Rosy red cheeks

And cold hands
Through mittens
Which were wet
From building

Snowmen and
Summoned inside,
We warmed ourselves

In front of the
Played outside
All day long.

In snowy
Those were
The days.


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9 Responses to 3 Sisters and 25 Snowmen

  1. Annika Perry says:

    Those were the days..although I must admit given half a chance, these are the days. On snowy days here – not many, alas – the park will be full of children, snowmen will sprout in gardens and schools, sledges dusted off with joy. I enjoyed reading about your childhood snow days and the amazing village of snowmen – absolutely wonderful. Your poem is a delightful tribute to your special days. There is a big problem though of many youngsters being allowed on games / mobiles etc late into the night. As the parent of a 15-year-old I just can’t understand it. I think we appear strict compared to many of his friends’ parents but he doesn’t mind – no gaming or chatting/messaging etc after nine on a school night. Also he then sleeps well whilst many other children don’t and therefore exhausted next day. Lovely to see the photographs of you as a toddler and young girl. Ahh…Warmest wishes, Mary Ann.

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    • Thank you as always for such kind and insightful words. As you can see from my photo, our mother had us bundled up well for the outdoor play in the snow. I still recall those snowsuits. You are WISE to have limits for your son regarding gaming, etc. We know that one should not be exposed to a screen one hour before bedtime. That’s one of the reasons why people have trouble sleeping. I include those who insist on being connected 24/7 to cell phones. Why the need? Are we so important that we need to be connected to the point of ruining our health? I think not! I am happy to hear that children are outdoors in parks where you are and make the occasional snowmen. Your comment is so appreciated. All the best to you, Annika. There is hope for our future.

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  2. Arno Bode,cologne,Germany says:

    Liebe Mary Ann,Du wirst mir sicherlich zubilligen,das ich erneut meine Bewunderung zum Ausdruck über deine Art über deine Erlebnisse ,Erfahrungen und Empfindungen zu schreiben zum Ausdruck bringe.Du schilderst die Vorkommnisse und Ereignisse aus deinem Leben so eindrucksvoll,das man dese Begebenheiten gern mit Dir gemeinsam erlebt hätte.Sicherlich empfinden viele deiner Leser ähnlich.Es ist sehr schön von Dir ,Erlebnisse aus einer “heilen Welt”
    vermittelt zu bekommen.In unserer heutigen turbulenten Zeit sicherlich nicht selbstverständlich.Es
    gibt kaum Schöneres als Geschichten aus einem glücklichen und friedlichen Familienleben zu hören,beziehungsweise zu lesen.Die Geschichten aus deinem Leben sind von Dir faszinierend
    dargestellt ,und Du verstehst deine Leser in deinen Bann zu ziehen und zu begeistern.
    Alles Gute für die Zukunft und noch viel Erfolg für weitere Berichte. Dein Arno

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    • Thank you, Arno, for a kind and insightful comment regarding my art of storytelling. I know I have succeeded when I receive comments such as yours. Yes, I came from different times and a very loving, close-knit family life. We learned to live within our means. The world was kinder too. Thank you for taking the time for such an elegant comment. All the best, Mary Ann 🙂


  3. Those were the days, Mary Ann! Thanks for sharing… xo

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