My family often spends time in northern Minnesota during the holiday. And I mean really far up there-12 miles south of the Canadian border. We see snow here in Indiana and even have accumulation sometimes. But the fact that we are still talking about the Blizzard of ’78 tells me that as Hoosiers, we really don’t see a lot of snow for long periods of time. So when my kids visit northern Minnesota in the winter, it is full of entirely new cultural experiences. This is a land where tennis balls are affixed to car antennas so they can be seen at intersections. It is a place where the kids don’t get snow days- they just get used to it. It is a place where teenagers drive their trucks down frozen creek beds with big pieces of plastic attached and other teenagers hang on for the ride. (I’m not recommending this activity). My Hoosier kids are jumping into these Minnesota snow banks and rolling around like they have never seen it.
Watching them gives me pause and brings to mind how our children who hail from places like Honduras, Samoa and Africa must feel with such a drastic change in weather. Is it intriguing to them? Or frightening? Do they like it or do they prefer warmer weather? Weather is something we don’t think too much about until we experience some sort of drastic change.
“…..all sporting green jackets and pants,gotten on sale at the army surplus“ha ha ha” Mama laughs and says with joy,“ we all look like happy iguanas in the snow”