Sara's Column: Tis the season to pine for snow

As a native Tennessean, I never really had a whole lot of exposure to it growing up – I remember a few “big” snows in my younger years, when we got maybe 6 inches or so.
Oct 24, 2013

I really miss snow.

As a native Tennessean, I never really had a whole lot of exposure to it growing up – I remember a few “big” snows in my younger years, when we got maybe 6 inches or so.

And I’d never driven in it. I never had to. Everything shut down when we got an inch.

When I graduated from college, I packed up and moved to northeastern Ohio in the middle of winter.

My parents, both from New York, laughed knowingly when I told them my plans.

I should have known what I was in for when my Christmas gifts from my family that year included a heavy wool coat, a scarf, gloves and a hat.

My third day on the job after moving to Ohio, we got a blizzard.

Legitimately.

In one night, we got 24 inches of snow, and I had to be at the office the next morning; there was no such thing as a “snow day.”

So my first time driving in the snow was in the middle of a blizzard.

I’d never even heard of a “snow emergency,” so I had no idea that I wasn’t legally allowed on the roads; I just thought I was the only person nuts enough to try driving.

But I survived, and so did the car.

I learned really quick all the “fun” stuff that goes along with heavy, frequent snows – car doors freezing shut, leaving for work a half hour earlier to clear snow and ice, shoveling sidewalks, slipping on icy porch steps, etc.

And yet, I absolutely loved it.

My colleagues, native Ohioans, would just shake their heads; they’d dealt with enough snow in their lifetimes to just be sick of it.

But to me, every snowfall made me feel like a kid running to the window Christmas morning to see if there’d be a white Christmas.

And you’re never too old for trash-bag sledding.

I’ve now been back in Tennessee for longer than I lived in Ohio, and while I don’t often miss a lot from it – I primarily miss the friends I made there – we’re approaching the time of year when I start to pine for it.

I stepped outside Thursday evening, and the sky just had that familiar pre-snow cast to it. I knew the odds of snow were beyond slim, yet I couldn’t help but wish for it.

So if by some miracle, we actually get a “good” snow here any time this season, feel free to blame or thank me as you’d like, because I’m going to be wishing and praying every day from here on out.

 

Log in or sign up to post comments.