Snowfall can rekindle fond, childhood memories

My sister and I grew up on my grandfather's farm. He had horses. My mother would not let us ride them as she was afraid of horses. We had real winters then, not the lightly sprinkled snow that will have to do for this Christmas.

Grandpa would hitch his horses to a big sleigh and off we'd go down the country road. A memory like that never goes away.

I have another memory, a story told by my great aunt. She and the man she would marry took advantage of the "one horse open sleigh." I don't know if they sang "Jingle Bells" as they rode, but she did tell me (when my mother wasn't listening) that th...