Tonawanda News — I’ve heard this is the coldest winter since 1977, and I can believe it. I can only hope it gets better from here.
Discussing the trials and perils of our children’ respective snow days, my friends and I indulged in a fit of nostalgia over social media the past couple of days. Growing up in Cattaraugus County’s Snow Belt, it took an Act of God to get school closed — at least, that’s the way it felt when we were kids. And that alma mater closed both Tuesday and Wednesday due to the cold temperatures. We were stunned.
Kids these days, eh? (At this point, before we could get too much into the “Get off my lawn!” jokes, the fact is I wouldn’t want my children out in the mere 1 or 2 degrees we had here in the Tonawandas at 8 a.m., let alone the 10 below zero Franklinville hit both days.)
At any rate, those rare snow days were prized things. Remember when the robocalls or texts weren’t the way you (or your parents) got the news? I remember perching next to the radio — the radio, kids these days! — and holding my breath as the the long litany of school districts wound its way past the “Fs.” The agony of hearing the announcer skip from “Forestville” to “Friendship!” The utter glee of hearing the district’s name pronounced!
To paraphrase one friend, it was a critical part of childhood. Even as the closure listings moved on to the morning TV news (which just ran periodically and not constantly, if I remember correctly), you’d wait in anticipation ... then glumly trudge off to get dressed or happily commit to a day in pajamas depending on the results. (I’d generally crawl back into bed with a book and indulge in a reading binge.)
As much as I fondly remember those days, however, as we leave January and enter February here in Western New York, I just hope we’re past the worst of it.
The Keppeler boys concur.
Jill Keppeler is a writer for the Tonawanda News. She can be reached at email@example.com. Follow her on Twitter @JillKeppeler.