Friday, February 29, 2008
January BJP Done!
January is done and technically it's still February so I will only be one month behind tomorrow, March 1st! I am catching up and in the meantime I have changed my mind on the theme for my February page. I may not be beading intuitively but I am letting the theme be chosen that way! Being a very security conscious person, just letting go and being totally free with a blank page is still a bit scary. Even if there is no BJP for a second year I may very well take some steps to bead differently for a while myself and see what happens. But enough of that; here is the story for this page.
When I was quite young and living in warm and sunny southern California before freeways a trip to see some snow was a magical thing. I only remember going one time in my very early years (which is how often we went to Disneyland and it held the same attraction). The nearest place for us to go was Julian, California. It was about 3500 feet above sea level if memory serves me right (and that might not be too trustworthy) which means there was a pretty good snow depth without having to travel more than a couple hours at the most.
Anyhow, one weekend my parents said let's go and all of us kids piled into the big old green Plymouth station wagon. There were eight of us packed in the car but it was pretty big and us little ones sat all the way in the back cargo area. (Not a safe thing to do but we didn't know it then). When we finally got up to the snow level my dad had to find a parking space among all those other people who made the same trip to see snow. Finally, finally he found one and we all hurried to get out of the car. In my hurry I gave a bit of a push to my younger sister who fell into the snowbank. It was an iced over snowbank and my sister cut her gums on a piece of the ice. My mom let us all go play while she took care of the cut gums but since she couldn't seem to stop the bleeding after about 15 minutes (the time really is fuzzy; it just seemed like a very short time) she called us all back and we had to go home! I've never forgotten than my hurry wrecked our snow day. You'll see in a close up of the picture a single red bead by the edge of the road for the blood my sister left behind.
The next memorable trip to the snow came when I was engaged to be married. I was all of 17 and in love with a guy from Vermont who couldn't understand my fascination with taking a trip to see snow. He agreed to go with me though and we went to the same general area as I had been to so many years before. We stayed for a while, longer than my first trip but not real long as it wasn't to exciting not having sleds or anything and it had been pretty well beaten down by previous visitors. The trip home took over five hours! The traffic was horrible and my fiance got madder and madder about all this for a bit of snow. By the time we got home I had decided the heck with him and was going to break off my engagement. (See my security thing; I didn't do anything while on the road. I waited for the safety of home). My aunt was visiting and saw how upset we were. She told me that it was obvious I loved the guy so go out and tell him so. I did and we got married and have lived several times in the snow country where I finally got my fill of it although I still love the occasional snowfall we get that melts off within an hour of sunlight.
And now you know my January story. Yep, I've got another one for February. Stay tuned.
(I've tried and tried but can't seem to be able to leave a space tonight between paragraphs.)