”No one falls harder than an ice skater.”

Today is cold, 35°, not so unexpected. It is also mostly cloudy and a bit windy. Even the dogs didn’t stay outside. They are into comfort. Dismal fits today so far but but I’m hoping for a little sun.

When I was a kid, Christmas started early. Uptown was decorated with lights on garlands which stretched from one side of the street to the other. The store windows had greenery and a few wrapped presents, as sort of inspirations I guess. The fire station and the police station, in the same building, were always decorated with lights. A Santa was climbing up a ladder to the chimney. That was my favorite decoration. A nativity was on the lawn of the town hall. The figures were big, and there was real straw. As we got closer to Christmas, a platform was set up in the square in front of The Children’s Corner. Every night, kids sang carols from the platform. Each night it was a different class from a different school. I remember my debut on the platform. I was in the fifth grade. We had the John Hancock book of Christmas carols. I remember how proud I was standing there singing in the middle of the square.

I loved to ice skate. I had choices as to where to skate. Sometimes my mother gave me money for the bus and for the MDC rink. I remember the rink was warm inside and had benches to sit on when putting on and taking off my skates. The rink was round and had sides, all the better to keep me from falling. The town put up a rink on Recreation Park. It too was round with sides. I hung on to those as well. A temporary shack was built with a wood stove and wooden benches. Under the benches is where we all put our shoes. Sometimes you had to hunt for one shoe or the other. I remember walking home on unsteady feet after an afternoon of skating. My favorite place to skate was the swamp. It was across the field, over the dead tree trunk in a clearing in the woods. The swamp’s open space was in the front. I’d sit on the cold ground to put on my skates. I fell sometimes on the ice, no sides, just trees.

I have a decorating project today. I have all red ornaments of different shapes and sizes and a long, thin branch from a pine tree. I’m going to hang the ornaments in different lengths from the branch then hang it in the house.

My dance card has the usual, a uke practice and lesson, and the start of our Christmas concerts, three this week.

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2 Comments on “”No one falls harder than an ice skater.””

  1. Bob's avatar Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today it drizzled with intermittent light rain on and off. The high temperature was a chilly 55°. The low was 49°. Tomorrow morning heavy fog is forecast.

    When I was a teenager in NYC, I also enjoyed ice skating. There was a park across the street from the high school. I never knew the official name of the park, but we called it, “Duck Pond Park”. In winter the shallow pond would freeze over and we would ice skate. I wasn’t very good because I couldn’t skate backwards nor do any tricks. A friend of mine was a much better skater. He could skate backwards and do a couple of simple tricks.

    He would take the subway to skate on the rink in Rockefeller Center. I think he just liked to show off. A couple of times my sister and I would go to the former New York City pavilion at the 1939 World’s Fair grounds in Flushing meadows. This was before the 1964-65 Fair. The building was huge and had both an ice rink and a roller rink.

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It was quite cold all day, and right now it is raining. It will also rain tomorrow and could turn to snow if it gets cold enough. I’m hoping for a heat wave……as if!

      I could skate backwards but could do no trick. My skating backwards, though, was slow with little grace. All my friends and I were mostly just straight skaters hoping to stay upright.

      I always loved the rink in the town field. The hut had a
      wood stove. I’d go inside to get warm and take a load off my skates. The only roller skating rink near me was in the next town over. We’d go there as group on Friday nights or Saturday afternoons. It was a popular place.


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