Fifty Fridays #23

I am so glad that the sun is shining on the snow which fell in the mountains.  I can see it from where I'm sitting and that's the  way snow should be.  Well-behaved and knowing its place.

However, when I was much younger, I was much happier when it snowed.  Look!  I've shovelled enough to make a snowball.  I'm throwing it at someone - probably my Mom since she was always the one with the camera.

This photo would have been taken the winter I was three.  We were living in East Vancouver then.  Our house looked almost exactly like the one across the street. Most of the houses there were post-war housing and they were all quite similar.  Obviously, I don't remember much at all from those days.  I'm sure that we went down  to the city center on the streetcar.  Well, maybe we didn't.  Apparently, I embarrassed my parents once by becoming sick on the streetcar.  If not, then I can't think where my mother shopped. But there is a small shopping section now that could have been around at the time. 

This was the year that the song "There's a Bluebird on your Windowsill" was released.  It was written by a Canadian and I remember my Dad singing it around the house.  This is the Doris Day version that came out the year I'm helping to shovel the snow.  I'm sure I haven't heard it in that many years but every now and then it flits through my mind. I remember that I liked it a lot and would ask my Dad to sing it for me. 

Have a listen...it will make your day a little brighter.