For years I yearned for ice skates…not just any ice
skates but I wanted the white ones, with white laces, figure skating
ice skates. I knew if I could have the white skates, I’d twirl and
whirl like the Olympic figure skaters I loved to
watch. Looking back I’m sure my parent’s reluctance to buy me ice
skates was mostly due to my growing feet. From one year to the next my
feet were changing size rapidly. I would imagine buying new skates every
winter was not in our family budget.
I did have my choice of hand me overs from my
brothers….black and brown hockey skates. Sturdy and warm they kept me
skimming along the ice of a nearby frozen pond. And then…
One Christmas morning, under the tree I found a
heavy, square, box with my name on it. After church and Christmas
dinner we trooped out to the pond. In the Wisconsin cold and wind I felt
nothing but anticipation for my first “real” skate.
It was magical; my feet were so light, the skates brilliantly white,
blades gleaming silver. Not used to floating quite so much over the
ice, I spent a good part of the first hour on my backside. Now it is a
wonderful memory; a gift even better in reality
then in my imaginings.
Happy Winter Everyone! May you have joy on ice and anywhere else you happen to land!
By DeeDee Lane
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3 comments:
What a beautiful memory. I always wanted to skate like Peggy Fleming. She seemed to float over the ice. Thanks for sharing. :)
Thanks Mary! Yes floating is exactly what it seems to look like. This memory is making me want to ice skate this year. I haven't been for a while and need to get out there and swirl, float, maybe fall a couple of times as well. Happy Wednesday to all!
My favorite X-mass gift?
Seventh-Heaven,
never to die again.
Puh-ray-zuh Gawwd!!!
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