Memories of God and Growing Up
The warmest of my early memories and the best of those memories were the coldest of days. Snow piled deep, I remember a time when the electric pole came down blocking the road, we didn’t have electric. Our oil heaters were gravity fed so we had heat. Refrigerated items went out and into the 4 foot of snow with a piece of plywood placed over top to protect it from critters. I remember my mother in her broken English teaching me my bedtime prayers in Italian.