I remember walking 2 miles home from high school in winter. Really! Skirts were short then, in the late '60s, and even though knee socks were stylish, they didn't keep me warm. My legs would be beet red and it took an hour to thaw out once I got home. To say it hurt would be an undertatement! When I saw this photo my sympathies immediately went out to this girl. I hope the big house on the left was her home, because that would mean she was almost there.

Ahhh, the delicious crunch, crunch under the feet of fresh fallen, really cold snow. And the sky on a day like this, after a big snow storm has passed, is an incredibly deep bright blue.

I froze my butt off walking to school. About a 1 1/2 mile walk and never a ride! I'm just glad that back then there was no such thing as a "wind chill," we would have REALLY froze our butts off!

in Chillicothe!

For some reason this scene makes me think of The Great Gildersleeve. This is how I imagine it would look for Leroy and Marjorie walking home from school in Summerfield on a cold winter's day. Maybe that's Old Judge Hooker's house on the left.

You keep us laughing Dave!

Swinging that iPad around like that. They don't grow on trees, you know, young man!

This is a beautiful snow pic from Shorpy. I could easily see this on a Christmas card.

This is the way we all went to school, many miles of trudging through the snow, sometimes with bleeding bare feet, through searing winds and minus temperatures and uphill -- in both directions! At least that is what I tell the youngsters, until their eyes start to roll.

Hey, they're not walking backwards or uphill, and that's not three feet of snow. My grandparents lied!

Kids walking home from school. As rare a sighting as Bigfoot today. Nowadays the Escalade pulls up and Mom the chauffeur drives them two blocks to the house.