Suzy, guest writer*
It has to snow in time for Christmas in Wisconsin. It’s the law! And snow it did, & snow it does. Dry, blowing snow, dancing across streets & highways, swirling around stop signs & lamp posts. Heavy, wet snow, sticking to your mittens & catching in the neck of your jacket. Snow drifts, snow banks, snow plows, snow shovels, snow balls, snow forts, snow men, snow angels: you can’t have Christmas in Wisconsin without snow.
But when you get to your grandparents’ home, for Christmas, after driving 4 hours in the cold & snow, with only the sound of your own voice or that of your mother & younger sisters for company, you find that your grandmother smells just the same – White Lilac is her fragrance – & that your grandfather has lit a fire in the family room fireplace in anticipation of your arrival.
And your grandmother hasn’t forgotten to (to read the rest of this post, click on http://sldeitrich.wordpress.com/2009/12/13/christmas-memories/ )
*Suzy is a fourth cousin, both of us being descendants of Louis and Mary Googins des Isles from Lamoine, Maine.