By G. E. Shuman
Well, here it comes, again. For many
of you the fact that last Thursday, Thanksgiving Day 2014 brought
about a foot of wet snow to the New England states, including ours,
was a good thing. For you the snow is beautiful, as it hangs from
the branches of the hillside trees. It just brightens your day to
see the white stuff coming down out of the sky, and, as Robert Frost
said, “filling up the woods with snow.” Also, for you who enjoy
Vermont winters, that first storm is a harbinger of soon to be
experienced snow machine rides, ski trips, and snowman making
afternoons with the kids. You see winter as a wonderland of sunshine
sparkling off from frosted evergreen bows, and chestnuts roasting by
an open fire.
I, truly, wish I could share your joy.
The truth is, I find very little that I like about this time of
year, and that is probably not good, as someone who has spent every
one of the past sixty winters in the north. (How dumb is that?) To
me, winter is just a very dangerous time up here. If you have
children, and if those children have advanced to the age of driving
around in the wonderful stuff of winter, you might know how I feel,
especially if they are not very experienced drivers. I am a
Christian guy, and, truly, always try my best to trust God for the
safety of my family members... but winter is a tough time for me to
do that. It is true that He has always kept us, not necessarily from
any accident, but from any resulting in injury. In fact, just a
month ago our twenty year old son was forced off the highway, (at
highway speeds), and into the median, by another car who didn't see
him in the passing lane. Andrew succeeded in doing damage to his car
as he mowed down several mileage markers, but also got the car back
on the highway, and drove home safely. I believe that God was
responsible for that night not resulting in something much worse than
a banged up car. Still, I am a human father, and will always be
concerned for my kids as they drive. Andrew's recent brush with
being hurt, or worse, was all without that added danger of snow. I
know that in the days and evenings to come my wife, my
married-with-families kids, and my unmarried ones will be out there,
facing ice, snow and cold, until the arrival of spring. I do need to
remember that protection Andrew experienced a month ago, and attempt
to have the faith that I have always told my family to have. See how
much fun winter is for me?
You may agree with me about winter, or
you may not. Maybe it's just my age beginning to creep up on me, and
the fact that my hair is now close to the color of the snow on the
roof, but I do not welcome the cold, dangerous, pavement-icing season
we are now entering. If you are a 'winter person,' you just keep on
loving your time in the snow. I will keep on checking the weather
and dreading bouts with my shovel and finicky snow blower. I, truly,
don't want to be a stick-in-the-mud. I would just rather be stuck in
the mud than in a snowbank. And, if you could say a prayer for my
family, I'll say one for yours.