Sledding! Cocoa!

Sledding! That was a major winter occupation of kids when I was growing up in Jefferson Center. We lived on a big hill and the road in front of the house was paved – not dirt like the one by the Kradel home – but even so, it didn’t have much traffic. Great Belt Road…
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Sledriding

Waking up to a new snowfall. In the 1960s, on any good weather day at the crossroads where Keasey meets Star Grille, automobiles were a rare sight. On a day like this there was just no reason to go out driving except to go to the store and no one who lived around here did…
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Snow

I stood outside my Grandmother’s house in the yard. It was one of those western Pennsylvania days of eternal grey, when after the sun rose somewhere on the other side of the cloud layer, one hour looked just like the next until suddenly it would be dark again. Standing out in the yard, where I…
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