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Kathryn Spira
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'Twas the night before Christmas

Hey, guys, this is my last column before Christmas and after my Hannakuh  celebrations are over.

With our first big snowfall last week, I can't help thinking of when my family used to go skiing together. I enclose a photo of my Mom, sister Debbie and I on skis.

I remember one of the first times I was waiting for the chair lift to take me up to the top of the ski slope. I am reminded of this because of the recent chair lift accident that has occurred, at Pennsylvania Tussey Mountain ski resort where five people were injured and a hundred people stranded. 

I think the first mountain that I skied was called PeekNPeak. This was located in Western New York State, just over the line from Erie PA. My mom, dad, and sister Debbie would drive from Cleveland Ohio early in the morning. The drive took up to four hours. I remember getting up when it was still dark out. The reason I bring this up is because I remember hearing Tod Rundgren singing "Hello, it's me," which is a song I grew to love and I'll always associate it with waiting for that chair lift. I always enjoyed these family ski trips.

After those first family trips skiing in Western New York, we eventually moved our ski trips to Vermont. This ski resort was called Stowe and it was just gorgeous. We drove there as well, and if I remember correctly, it took about eight hours. I took ski lesions at each place we went to. But I never got much beyond the intermediate level. (Which means that I basically stayed on the beginners’ trails.) 

I never broke any bones, but I do remember falling down a lot and laughing myself silly. This must have been about around 1975. My skis were bright orange and I remember they were called Krystal's. We all had our own equipment. My parents figured it would be cheaper in the long run to have our own skis, boots and poles, since it was very costly to rent the equipment each time.

One of my favorite memories is laying on our backs with our skis pointed up in the air and snow sunbathing on the mountains. See, this snow was a great reflector to the sun!

I certainly hope the folks are recovering well from that chair lift accident! I wish everyone a happy and healthy new year!!

 

 

About Kathryn Spira

Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland, OH who pursued an acting career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues freelance writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County, New York. Previous columns may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com.