One bright sunny day, I was playing on the living room rug with my paper dolls.   Momma stepped into the room and said, "Would you like to go ice skating today?"

I jumped up and excitedly said, "Yes!   What is ice skating?   When?   Where can we go?"

Momma took me by the hand and we went into the backroom to get on our snow pants and coats.

Momma said, "Daddy told me that the field in back of the barn has a nice big frozen pond."

Momma pulled my stocking cap down around my ears while I pulled on my mittens.

We started off down the lane with Tuppy, my big brown dog, following close behind us.   Momma had two pair of ice skates slung over her back and pulled me along on my sled.

The sun shone so brightly on the white snow that it was hard to see.   I squinted my eyes and looked up at Momma.

"Momma, it's a shiny day today."

"It sure is, Punkin," she said.   It is hard to see in all this shinyness."

When we got to the pond, Momma sat down with me on the sled and tugged ice skates onto my feet.   Then she put hers on too.

Momma stood up and glided off onto the pond.   She skated around and around and forward and backwards.   She even made a figure 8 on the ice.   She waved for me to join her.

I didn't know how to skate.   My ankles turned in and out and my legs were all wobbly.

Momma came up to me and took my hands.   She skated backwards and pulled me along.

"You have to push your one foot forward and glide.   Then push your other foot forward and glide.   Keep pushing your feet forward and just glide along."

I tried.   I did pretty well until Momma let me try on my own.   Then I just kept falling down.

Momma skated some more and then she took off her skates and pulled me back up the lane on my sled.   That was the most fun -- riding on my sled.

When we got back to the yard, Momma stopped and then fell backwards into a big pile of snow.   She started waving her arms and legs back and forth.   Then she stood up very carefully and said, "What does that look like?"

It looked just like an angel!!!

"I wanna make a snow angel too, Momma, " I said.

So Momma helped me plop carefully down in the snow.   She showed me how to wave my arms and legs back and forth and then pulled me up carefully so as not to ruin the angel.

That night at the supper table, Daddy said, "I see my two angels were playing in the snow today."

Sometimes Daddy would hook my snow sled behind the tractor and take me for a ride down the road to Great Grandma Sophia's house.

When we got there, she was just taking four loaves of homemade bread out of the oven of her wood cook stove.]

Daddy said, "We could smell that bread baking all the way to our house, Grandma.  Got enough for us?"

Great Grandma cut us each a slice and put lots of butter on it.   The butter melted and ran down into the holes in the bread.   Then Great Grandma spread the slices with grape jelly that she had made.

As I gobbled mine up, Great Grandma said, "I suppose you would like another slice?"

"Yum, please, Great Grandma," was all I could say, as I nodded my head and wiped off the butter running down my chin.