The recent snow reminds me of winter, a season with which I have a love-hate relationship.

I love it for its transformative qualities and I hate it because I spend so much time removing something that eventually goes away on its own. That’s it in a nutshell.

So, in memory of winters past, I decided to dive back into the archives, as WBLM would say, and dig up an old one to share as we approach the season, which, I believe, officially begins (on the calendar at least) on Wednesday, the 21st. By the time this file hits the paper we will be able to confirm the accuracy of said season’s arrival. Betting person that I am not, I will guess the 21st won’t be too radical. No mad rush at the Hannaford. No chains on the plow truck. Little or no need for salt and sand tracked into the living room. No booties for the pup, but maybe her embarrassing cold weather jacket.

Truth be known, I think the other pups at daycare might make fun of her outfit. I believe she has convinced all the other dogs that she had nothing to do with her outfit choice. “It’s the olds at home that make me wear this silly jacket.” From what we understand via Carole, keeper of the hounds, Leica (our pup) doesn’t take any stuff. Carole says she gives the beagles a run for their money. And, if you know anything about beagles, that’s saying something!

Anyway, let’s discuss today’s photo adventure – a nostalgic trip into our past. Some of you out there in “Registerland” will have stories to share and memories to remember. I mean, after all, what good are photos if they don’t conjure a thought or two. After we make the exposure, it’s all history. So let’s see where this one takes us.

I don’t think there is much need to identify location, but there are some interesting landmarks to reflect upon. I hope all readers know by now that I am a nut for “that which used to be!” Apologies for the more forward-thinking crowd. I am a chronic admirer of the past. The amount of past I’ve indulged is scary! Anyone who vividly recalls playing Bid Wist with Ding Trask and “Cooney Dodge” at the American Legion hall must be over the hill by now. I reside just south of the peak of that hill with many fond recollections. Sorry. I also remember shoveling coal into our coal bin at home growing up. That should elicit some deep reluctant environmental groans. Kept us warm. Loved those old steam radiators! I hated taking out the ashes and the clinkers though!

Have fun with this old photo. Happy for any stories others might share. That’s the fun part. Happy Solstice.