Helping my father shovel the snow from the path.
Frozen milk in bottles
Sliding down the hill in Thompson s park on a piece of wood
Carrying shopping home from Canton for my mother
Frost on the inside of the bedroom windows
Clothes stiff and frozen hanging on the washing line
Chilblains from warming wet freezing feet in front of the fire
We didn’t have a television then so we had our updates from the radio

…but we were happy