Spring in Wisconsin
It’s that time of year again when the snow scrooges start to howl. The first day of spring has come and gone, but the cold weather, and sometimes snow, is still hanging on. It’s like this nearly every year and yet every year we’re surprised it’s still cold and snowy in March and April. And every year the complaining about the ice, snow and cold temperatures goes on and on. In 2010 I posted about snow scrooges, begging them to try changing their point of view. To try seeing our very long winter as something beautiful. I will try again. Here goes nothing.
Another family member came to stay with us in March. He came during March to experience winter and snow. Something he had never seen before. We introduced him to all things Wisconsin- cheese, booyah, fish fries, beer, hockey, and of course, SNOW. Do you know what he enjoyed most? Snow! Playing, walking, sledding, driving, doing anything in the snow.
I wish I could capture his experience and have all the snow scrooges see it through new eyes again. See it like they did as children when they woke up to a snow day and absolutely could not get their snow-pants on fast enough. In fact, I challenge you to spend one day with an open mind. Can you do it? Can you find the beauty and wonder in our Wisconsin “spring”? Try it for a day and leave me a comment letting me know how it went. I’m willing to bet you’ll enjoy it. 😉
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My grandfather was a flawed man, but a man with great heart and dedication. He served in the Navy in the Pacific Theater during World War II and then in the Merchant Marines. After the war, he hopped trains, riding across the country and traveled by barge up and down the Mississippi. He eventually became an iron worker, working out of Local Union #111 in Rock Island, IL. This man, who looms large in my childhood memories, experienced many unjust labor practices and was dedicated to working towards fair treatment for workers. He served passionately in various union positions. After retirement, he served as apprenticeship coordinator in the 70s, actively working to get African-Americans in the union. He strongly supported them once they were in, during a time when it was not popular to do so. In the late 60s and 70s he also supported women who sought to join the union. He walked many picket lines, never crossing one, even when he was intentionally hit by an anti-labor driver while walking the picket line. He fought for the rights of all classes, races and religions, even serving on the Clinton (IA) Human Rights Commission in the 70s and running for State Representative twice in Iowa. He was a man who walked the walk. He stood up for what he believed in.
We are all flawed people, and we can all have great heart and dedication. Before we make rash decisions, take a moment and remember my grandfather, and all those like him, that worked so tirelessly to get us where we are today. Let’s give them the respect and honor they earned and continue that tradition by treating one another with respect and dignity as we work through this challenging time.
Spring in Wisconsin
It’s no surprise to most of you when I say I love the snow. I love living in Wisconsin. I love driving in snow (most of the time). I love the wind, the energy, the challenge, the helping-your-neighbor of it all. I groan inwardly every time someone starts complaining about the cold, the snow, the ice. I don’t get how they don’t get the magic of it all. This is a land and season where tall tales are born.
This year I have the pleasure of planning a Christmas visit for two people who have never been in cold temperatures, seen or felt snow, ice skated or sledded. It’s my suggestion that you Snow Scrooges take a moment and pretend you are planning such a visit. You might just get a glimmer of the magic I see every day.
Can you imagine how cool it would be to see giant snow plows going about their business clearing snow? How strange it would seem to see them leaving a trail of salt behind them? To sit in Lambeau Field freezing your buns off with 60,000 other locos cheering on the Pack? Walking through the snow and lights at the Botanical Gardens? Sledding at Josten and Webster parks, whooshing down the hill on a snow tube? Coming inside to drink hot chocolate with marshmallows when you’re truly cold? Seeing your breath for the first time? Snow sparkling in the sunlight? Throwing snowballs? horse-drawn sleigh rides? Gorgeous scarves and chic winter boots? All of these things are part of the charm of a Wisconsin Christmas.
Imagine being able to give someone this gift. To see the city, the state through a child’s eyes as an adult. I may be the winter Pollyanna, and I know many of you will still leave Scroogey comments, but surely you can see a glimpse of the magic now?