This is the prettiest winter we’ve experienced since we moved to Emporia. We closed on our house in February of 1999, so it will be twenty years next month and we have never seen the snow more beautiful. A lot of that has to do with the fact that the sun has not shone since it snowed last weekend. Grey skies make the snow seem all the whiter. The trees and bushes are still covered in snow. There is no sunshine to melt the snow and create a dirty, slushy mess. Because the weather before the snow was warm, there was no need for the snow plows to plow the streets. For the most part, it is still a pristine white world. Winter is as it should be.
Of course that’s easy to say while we’re sitting here in our warm house with all the heat and electricity that we need. The heavy snow can be quite hazardous to electrical lines, so our comfort is dependent on the sturdiness of the surrounding trees. We were fortunate here in Emporia that we only got four to five inches of snow. Those to our north, in Kansas City where they received up to 10 inches of snow, are feeling the heat or lack thereof. Ten inches of snow such as they received can easily break tree branches and create power outages.
That’s the kind of snow I used to pray for as a schoolgirl, snow that would make it impossible for school to be held. When I became old enough to drive to school I wanted it to stay away. The first time I drove in the snow was during a drivers’ ed class. I will never understand why the instructor let me drive out of the school parking lot. It was early in the semester and he hadn’t yet realized what I poor learner I would be. He gave me instructions on how to operate the manual transmission in order to navigate the slight incline out of the parking lot, but failed to tell me to turn the wheel back after completing the turn onto the street. I gunned it and careened out of the drive into a three foot deep pile of packed snow left behind by the snow plow. There we sat, completely submerged in the snow, while everyone watched from the classrooms facing the street. We had to abandon the car and call for a tow to get the car unstuck; it was rammed in so deep.
If you are familiar with Kansas City, Kansas, you know that some of the hills can be quite steep. Our house was at the bottom of a dead end street that forked off of another dead end street that led down an even steeper hill where it met the main road at an angle of less than 45 degrees if you were coming from the west. There was no way to pick up enough speed to climb the hill unless you drove past that street, turned around and approached the hill at breakneck speed from the other direction, hoping you had enough inertia to make it up the two block long hill with enough traction remaining to make the turn onto our street. It was not unusual for several of the neighbor’s cars to be parked on the main road waiting for the spring thaw so they could make it safely to their driveway.
My driving got better and so did my navigation during snow. I became quite proud that my yellow Volkswagen convertible could pass cars slip-sliding away as they tried to climb hills I conquered with ease.
We think we have difficulties now when it snows. but what we really have is a lot of inexperienced drivers. The struggles driving in the snow as I was growing up made me a better driver. When I moved to Missouri after college, I elected to take the my drivers license test on a day with ten inches of snow on the ground. Not confident in my ability to parallel park, I hoped the examiner would be more lenient because of the snow. I was right. The patrolman came back accompanied by the woman taking the test before me. Her car remained in the ditch from her effort to parallel park. He didn’t ask me to try.
Snow filled days bring back many memories: riding sleds down the hill and jumping off just before we hit the creek, making donuts in the snow at the intersection of 10th and Mechanic, getting stranded in New Mexico by a September snow storm with only sandals for shoes. Snow is one of those things that is definitely for the young. Now we complain and worry when we should be making snow angels.