The Southern Snow Day

Snow is Coming...

It usually begins a week in advance…a picture on the weather channel showing snow in the forecast…Glenn Burns pointing to his maps and issuing pre-warning warnings, an implied weather front moving “rapidly” across the states. Then it begins. Visions of a SNOW DAY! The anticipation of such an event in the South is almost as much fun as actually having one…….almost. We do a lot of things to make it snow here in the South, we wear our pajamas inside-out. We put ice cubes in the toilet. We place white crayons in the freezer. Some even invoke the Almighty for the white stuff.
What is it about a snow day that is so special?     For one thing, we don’t get very many. Oh, we get teasers every year, the school districts agonize over decisions about putting buses on the road, canceling school, early release….adults  worry about juggling taking care of their children, how to get to work and curse the school district. Legendary amounts of milk and bread are purchased in the event of a total whiteout. (hope springs eternal!)  

There are the usual “Southerners don’t know how to drive in the snow” comments from those who migrated from places up North. (they are right about that but judging from what I see on CNN we don’t share the market on that claim, no offense) We watch the weather channel like the world was coming to an end.  

My Daddy and Brother with the SnowWoman

I think for us true Southerners, (meaning those of us who grew up here in the land of not much snow ) it is the memories. Because it was so infrequent, it stands out. I remember my mom putting plastic bags over our shoes and layering us up in clothes that soaked up snow like a sponge,  my daddy hurling us down the hill in a big ol silver dishpan, making snow men and my funny daddy and his friend making snow women that were anatomically correct wearing my moms apron. I remember the dryer running all day long as we went in and out trading our wet frozen clothes.
 Oh and the snow cream! Didn’t matter what the roads were like, my dad always got in his truck and went to get milk.  Snow Cream is a delicacy around these parts. (So much so that Mayfield got in on the act and came up with a Snow Cream flavor for their ice cream!)

I think the other best part of a snow day is the unexected “free” day that comes with it. It’s like you have an unexpected break, time with your children, time to read in your new snuggie or nap on your couch. Everything seems a little slower, a little more quiet and little bit prettier. So if you do happen to get that little treasure called a snow day, treasure it, store it up and by all means.

My Mom’s Snow Cream Recipe
12 ounces of evaporated milk (regular will do if you are in a pinch
2 whole beaten eggs (I know! Your not supposed to eat raw eggs, but it only snows once in a while!)
1 Tablespoon of Vanilla
1 Cup of sugar
1 gallon of Fresh New Snow (avoid the yellow stuff and try not to scrape it off your deck)
Preparation: Mix it all together and EAT IT!  


13 responses to “The Southern Snow Day

  1. I sometimes think we were raised in parallel universes: the big ol silver dishpan, the dryer running all day, the snow cream. Thanks for sharing!

  2. You brought back so many SNOW DAY memories for me… I loved reading your blog tonight on this SNOW DAY! You couldn’t have said it any better. Your words rolled off my tongue as I read them out loud to Ronnie. He laughed when I got to the part about the dryer and of course, your daddy’s snowman. I loved this post, but I love all your posts.

  3. I so can relate to the memories. Being from Wisconsin, I can recall the times when a blizzard would come and we would be hunkered down for several days as snow piled as high as the windows, and in some cases the roof! I love those memories, and even though the best we get here is an inch, it is still fun to hunker down and play like we had a blizzard.

  4. Shaniqua Alize Jenkins

    That has to be one of the most PRECIOUS father/daughter pics I have ever seen.

    • That is so funny, but it was my brother in the photo!! LOL You can’t really tell when you are all bundled up. I dug one out of all of us that I will have to post. Thanks for the comment!

  5. Love your story, I’m grew up in south GA, and now live in Michigan. My family is in the Canton GA area and are always so worried about me up here in the cold. I remember being let out of school with just a little snow flurry. Now it takes about 4-5 inch’s of snow along with ice to even get us to think that maybe we should stay home…..Still Love it up here!

    • Glad you enjoyed the post. My hat is off to you for going from South Georgia to Michigan!! Brrrr. But I guess it is all about the layers!! I have had a lot of feedback on this post so I guess a lot of people could relate!

  6. hahahahaha….will be laughing at Daddy’s snowwoman for the next few days. Honestly it is the first time I have ever seen one. We have so much snow here in Colorado that if I ate snow cream everytime, I’d have a big snow rump! Loved your story you southern snowbella you!

  7. i’ve never had snow cream, but all the snow i ate today tasted like grass haha

  8. Love this– you really capture the essence of the snow day! They are so special when they are rare, and it’s so true that the magic is that they can be free and slower paced. When I was a kid, our version of snow cream had bright red grenadine syrup, and we always made jokes about avoiding the yellow snow too. 🙂

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