SNOW CREAM MEMORIES
SNOW CREAM MEMORIES
When I was a little girl, Momma would make snow
cream. Ice cream was too expensive, and we didn't
get much of it. So when it snowed, we would beg her
to make us some snow cream.
Momma would bundle us up and send us out the
backdoor with a washpan to fill it full of the snow.
She told us to only gather it from drifts or in the deep
places. She said something about "fall-out" but we
didn't understand or even care, all we wanted was
that tasty white snow cream.
We'd be so wet and cold by the time we brought
that washpan back in the kitchen door that Momma
would tell us to get out of those freezing clothes
as she captured the washpan. She would always
promise to wait on us, before she started fixin' it.
After we were dressed in warmer clothes or have
our snuggy flannel jammies on, we'd run back into
the kitchen and watch Momma put the milk, sugar,
and vanilla into the snow filled washpan.
And she would stir and stir and stir. My little brother,
Bobby, and I would look at each other smiling and
then back at the pan just as Momma was finishing
stirring it into what would look like real honest to
goodness ice cream. Our little mouths would sure be
watering, to say the least.
As she spooned the ice cold mixture into our awaiting
bowls, we would be grinning from ear to ear. I still smile
when I remember that scene from my childhood days.
It was very special to me.
by Lynda Combs Gipson, 2003