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These two top photos were from the winter of 1961-62. It brings back memories of snow pants, boots with buckles, mittens that didn't bend too well (but kept the wet out), snow forts, making snow angels, we built tunnels and dug paths all over our yard on the farm. I remember thinking we were building homes for animals to take shelter in. We usually had our cocker spaniel Blondie with us and were entertained by simple things in life. I remember one year, building a huge snowman with our neighbors the Hildrings and our Dad's got into it, as the balls for the snowman were so large we had to get the tractor and loader to raise the balls on top of each other. That snowman survived most of the winter at the top of the hill in front of our house, alas no photos of it, only in our memories.
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Christmas waves a magic wand over this world,
and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
- Norman Vincent Peale
and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
- Norman Vincent Peale
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