I see that there’s a pretty good chance Cape is going to have a white Christmas. I haven’t gone back to see if my supposition is true, but it seems like Cape is getting more snow that when I was growing up in the 50s and 60s.
When the first possible hint of snow was in the news – remember, we didn’t have The Weather Channel back then – we were nose-glued to the window. We didn’t have a lot to go on: there was a weather map in the paper with some squiggly lines, a few radio newscasts and a morning and evening TV news program. We didn’t have satellite images and fancy computer models. (Here in Florida, we had one local radio talk show host who said his station had Dope-ler Radar. Some dope would amble over and look out the window to see if anything was falling out of the sky.)
We kids were hoping that it would snow enough to close the schools. All night long, I’d creep into the living room and look up at the street light in front of the house to see if I could catch a hint of a snowflake. Unfortunately for us, it seemed like the snow always stopped somewhere around Perryville and school would be open. If there was a dusting of white heavier than dandruff on a black suit, we’d whine, “What are they trying to do, get us killed on the road?”
No children were harmed
When you look at the video of the snowball fight that produced this still frame, you might wonder how any of the Steinhoff children reached majority, but I assure you that no children were harmed in the making of this movie. I’m pretty sure that Mother exacted some kind of revenge on Dad, though.
Hacking a path to the wood pile
We had a wood fireplace in the basement that heated the room where we spent most of our time. The chimney flue went up the middle of the house, so the basement fire caused the wall between the kitchen and the living room to get toasty warm, helping the furnace stay ahead of the cold. Unfortunately, the wood pile was 75 feet from the basement door. We had to clear a path before we could bring in the wood.
Home movie of snows
Here are several clips of snows that were filmed at our house on Kingsway Drive near Kurre Lane. You can tell by the snow depth that they weren’t all taken at the same time, but I don’t have an exact date except after 1960. These were taken with an 8mm Bell & Howell movie camera, dubbed onto VHS tape and then converted to a digital format with an ION Audio VCR 2 PC USB VHS Video to Computer Converter.
Those white lines in some of the clips were scratches on the film made forty-plus years ago.
It’s Christmas Eve. I suspect that most of you will have better things to do over the next few days, so we’re going to slack off. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year if we don’t see you before then.
nd merry Christmas to you, too, Ken. We shall all be looking for your return.
Ken, I enjoy each of your postings and pictures. They revive memories and warm my heart. Thank you for sharing your passion. You do it so well! Merry Christmas and may you enjoy the season peacefully!
Again, a thanks to Ken for keeping our youth alive. I too peruse most every posting, as daily digest arrives in my inbox.
Merry Christmas to Ken and family.
And Merry Christmas to all fellow followers of Ken’s Cape Girardeau blog.
i remember being able to ice on the lagoon in capaha park,and sled ride down cherry hill. cape has ha large snow storms. but like most of the region those were few and far between.but back in the 60’s it seemed like we had a ton of snow
I have a couple of the VHS tapes full of fond memories that I took with an old Bell & Howell movie camera {my first} and then put on tape! What a difference of that camera and the ones they make today!
Joe Whitright “45”
Merry Christmas Ken and Lila! Thank you for making memory lane so enjoyable.
Ah, German Lutherans, who needs fancy store-bought snow shovels when you can fashion one out of wood at your own home?
Snowing here in St. Louis today…unfortunately no brothers around to throw snowballs with, maybe next year.
True economy. Once the snow melts, you can burn it in the fire place, too.
I noted that you were so macho back then that you didn’t need no stinking gloves. REAL Steinhoffs shovel barehanded.
. . . “and God Bless Us everyone.”
Merry Christmas to all!
Ken, thanks for bringing so many memories back to me…things I had forgotten, but now enjoy again. Growing up in Cape seems idyllic these days; too bad our grandchildren world can’t experience the same thing.
Merry Christmas, Ken.
Hi every one from CHS. I too enjoy the memories Ken shares with us. It is great to see the snow in our home town. Today in church the pastor asked us to each share the name of our home town and then related it to the sermon. When my turn came, I proudly shouted out Cape Girardeau, Missouri. It was a wonderful community in which to grow up.
My hard drive on the computer has been down for a few weeks and I was having trouble bringing up my E-mail without it. Long story … I know there are simple ways to do it.
I enjoy the reconnecting we get to do through this. Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all.
Prudy
Hi every one from CHS. I too enjoy the memories Ken shares with us. It is great to see the snow in our home town. Today in church the pastor asked us to each share the name of our home town and then related it to the sermon. When my turn came, I proudly shouted out Cape Girardeau, Missouri. It was a wonderful community in which to grow up.
My hard drive on the computer has been down for a few weeks and I was having trouble bringing up my E-mail without it. Long story … I know there are simple ways to do it.
I enjoy the reconnecting we get to do through this. Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all.
Prudy
Prudy