5/18/2023 0 Comments Sledding memory pictures![]() I distinctly recall lying in bed one night and staring out at the orange-ish sky the clouds were low and threatening snow was called for but had not arrived. Ryan’s geometry class, I would find myself wishing for one or the other. When I was a kid, nuclear war or nuclear meltdown were part of the psychic landscape. Why not! Why is so much of childhood lost to us? What evolutionary purpose does this vanishing serve? Would there be something about these early childhood memories that would confuse or inconvenience us as we molted into adolescents and adults? Is sexual feeling such a fascist state that all that came before it must be totally eradicated? ![]() I went sledding with my father? In Riverside Park? I don’t recall. The few times I glided with you I remember your exhilaration, which was infectious, that helped me to overcome the freezing cold. I can’t recall any special event connected with the snow. You loved the snow and gliding down over it, unperturbed by the cold. I remember your red nose and hair in disarray coming up the snowy slope. It was with Papa that you did most of the snow surfing in the park. People talking to one another, exchanging information, joking. ![]() Everyone was friendly, involved, helpful. I remember the first time I was incredulous-and grateful-noticing the generosity of New Yorkers in times of adversity. I remember climbing over huge, well packed snow mounds. I think we still lived on eighty-first street opposite the Hayden Planetarium-a small house next to the sprawling Beresford. Snow-what comes to mind immediately is the snow storm in N.Y.
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