Snow banks and sunburns

Lyman County, South Dakota's Genealogy

Snow banks and sunburns

Where do those crazy unexplainable mistakes in the newspaper come from? I may have a clue for you. Friday afternoon as I'm typing away at this week's recipes, I meant to type "1 c. whipping cream, whipped." However, there was a wild discussion going on in the room around me. When I proofed my line, I asked, "Ok, who said the word 'crap?" The "crapper" confessed and wondered why I asked. My line read -- "1 c. whipped cream, crapped." See how easy it is to err? Give us a little lee-way, if you would, please.

Okay, I've had enough winter. Let's go back to the spring weather of last week.

Do kids still make igloos? I don't know when I last saw anyone making a snow cave or an igloo. They make wonderful places to hide and smoke cigarettes ...well, that was my experience anyway. Then there were the snow banks that went to the tops of the houses and we could walk up the snow bank and slide down the other side. It seemed like lots of fun. Of course we never knew any difference, so it was fun! Cold wasn't as cold as it is these days, was it?

Or, if you took a razor blade (as long as Mom or Dad weren't watching) you could scrape your name or make a picture in the ice on the windows from inside the house. Well brrrrr, these are certainly chilling thoughts. Must be something warmer and brighter to talk about.

Maybe like the time we sat along the banks at Ruby Marshes outside Ely, Nev. all day long ...: facing south. Think about it. The sun came up on my left, fried that side, then came around to the front of the face and I knew my skin was getting a little tight, but neglected to head for cover. By the time the sun went down (right side of my face,) I was pretty much fried! I'm trying to remember just how many fish we may have caught that day to have compensated me for my misery. (I did snag a Mepp’s rooster tail, but it didn’t help catch any fish.

By morning, reality hit. My face had doubled in size, my eyes were very little slits and the nose filled in whatever space was left. Kind of looked like something had hit me right between the eyes. Okay, too much heat can be bad, too. Like everything else, moderation is good.

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