My hero, the old guy on TD Canada Trust commercial says "What's wrong the way it used to be". Well let me tell you the way it used to be.
Coats were kind of thick wool or cotton that the wind could blow through mitts were knitted wool that got wet as soon as snow got on them and Boots were worst of all. Boots were usually rubber boots or lace up leather "high cuts" both of which you put felt pads in the bottom which you took out at night to let them dry because snow went down your boots when you walked in it.
When you got to school you put your wet woolen mitts on the steam radiators to let them dry,and everybody had to sweep the snow off each other before they went into the school.
There was no such thing as windproof nylon coats with thick insulation and insulated boots & gloves. We were tough in those days. We were so tough that kids were always crying because they were always cold, and it was wet cold, not dry cold. We just Endevoured to Presevere.
We had to WALK to school and home in winds that blew constantly at 100 MPH (161 KPH) in our face no matter which direction you walked, so we took turns walking backwards just to fool the wind. The snow was always 4 FT (1.2192M) deep no matter where you walked and it was always 1.5 MILES(2.41395KM) to school and 1MILE(1.6093KM) back home. To make life more miserable, it was up hill both ways.
But because we Endevoured to Presevere it has made life easier for you.
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We are all such wimps compared to you and your generation Gryper. :-)
Wimps we are.
Your coats sound miserable, seems to me our mitts we woolen until snowmachines became popular and then someone took the time to design a better mitt.
The boots on the other hand, I remember wearing rubber boots with that thin cloth fake fleece liner that provided no warmth. I remember stomping on my toes because they hurt so much from the cold, only to find it hurt more to stomp on them.
I remember taking turns walking backwards for some relief.
I remember no snowpants for walking to school (they were for play and Mum better not catch us sliding on our snowpants). Walking to and from school we wore leotards and a pair of pants over top. We didn't wear pants to school in those days, only skirts or dresses were allowed.
It was almost a mile (so probably 1.549km) to Prince Charles and back in those days the hills really were BIG!
I remember standing under the air exhaust from the school on really cold days because it was warmer and the teachers shooing us away because the air was "BAD AIR".
I remember crying because it was so cold.
"What's wrong the way it used to be?"
Oh Yes, I remember the good old days. We'd wear two pairs of knit mittens to keep our fingers warm. They were always soaked through in no time. At school we'd line them along the heaters to dry and they were always so warm when they were put back on. That is unless you were one of the unfortunate ones that somebody moved yours and took that spot. We were made to go outside for recess no matter what. Todays kids don't go out for recess when it gets chilly.
We'd come home from school and play outside until we were frozen and then come crying in the house cause we were so cold and sit on the bathroom counter with our feet in warm water or standing on the registers waiting for the burning to stop.
But I still wouldn't give winter up....it the BEST time of year.
I'd forgotten about our mitts getting moved or knocked off the heater. That was annoying.
I remember when Mum told me to run my hands under the cold tap, not the hot because it hurt more thawing your fingers out under hot than cold. She was right.
Think about it, kids today don't even have to go to school on really cold days sometimes, not to mention recess. We had to walk and go out for recess and the teachers wouldn't let us stand under the warm air vent because it was "bad air" and because we were outside to exercise.
Hardship breeds fond memories.
And the teachers stood guarding the doors with their hot coffee in hand.
Maybe I will reword that: They stood with the mug of hot coffee held tightly in hand.
I remember in Grade 5 freezing my nuts off as the principal would drink her coffee and stare out the window at us. then in grade 8 sharing a lighter so we could light it inside are coats for heat
OMG Nick, Wendy needs to do a song about you.... LMAO!!!!
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