Daytripping Fall 2023
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The Bob-Sled Run<br />
by Marie Mitchell, London - From <strong>Daytripping</strong> November-December 2005<br />
As I shopped for Christmas yet another<br />
year, I passed by children's shiny new sleds<br />
in a department store. It brought back a<br />
vivid memory of 43 years ago.<br />
Our first winter in a newly built subdivision<br />
provided very little in the way of a view of<br />
nature from our windows as there was<br />
not a tree or bush in sight. The<br />
backyards were devoid of<br />
fences or hedges of any<br />
kind and since we lived on<br />
the pinnacle of what was<br />
called O'Connor Hills,<br />
we had a pretty good<br />
view of the city at night<br />
and of many back yards,<br />
one terracing into another.<br />
Each yard dropped about three feet<br />
or more into the next, for as far as the eye<br />
could see.<br />
On a bright sunny morning, after<br />
Christmas, I thought it an ideal day to let<br />
the children try out their new sled from<br />
Santa. With the light snowfall over a good<br />
ice base, the children would have little<br />
trouble coasting from our yard down into<br />
the next. My plan was to get the two oldest<br />
dressed early and out to play then bathe<br />
and feed the baby. I bundled up the two in<br />
their snow suits, hats and hoods, mittens<br />
and scarves and went out back in my light<br />
night gown and housecoat with slip-on<br />
mules to get them started coasting. I had<br />
planned the outing to be at least a half-hour<br />
entertainment, by themselves.<br />
I put the three year old on front, five year<br />
old on behind, tucking in their feet and gave<br />
them ever so little a start, planning that<br />
they would go down over the first terrace<br />
and stop in the yard behind and return<br />
to our yard and repeat ad infinitum for<br />
whatever period of time. What happened, I<br />
recall so vividly, I am tempted to suggest to<br />
the Olympic Committee that they use this<br />
particular layout for the bobsled runs. The<br />
sled and kids went down the first terrace<br />
and with the speed of light passed the first<br />
yard where I expected their journey to end,<br />
then they hit the next hill, even deeper with<br />
less of a terraced nature.<br />
I stood watching completely numb from<br />
fear and cold. They disappeared from<br />
my sight as they hit the fourth terrace,<br />
and I set out after them - the flying nun<br />
personified - my housecoat billowing and<br />
my feet barely touching old terra firma.<br />
I took each hill at full speed never losing<br />
balance once and arrived in the fourth<br />
yard just in time to see the children and<br />
sled smash into a basement of a house<br />
barely missing the basement window. The<br />
lady of the house came running out to<br />
see what had jarred the whole foundation<br />
and by the time I got to screaming kids<br />
and screaming housewife, I had a searing<br />
pain in my chest brought on by gulping<br />
freezing air and panic. My youngest had<br />
his head hit the stone basement wall but<br />
thanks to the scarf wrapped around his<br />
head, he just developed a large egg. My<br />
older daughter had tried to slow the sled<br />
down, and succeeded only in getting her<br />
hands under the runners, but neither was<br />
seriously hurt. The owner of the house gave<br />
me a blast for being so stupid because I<br />
could have broken her basement window<br />
on a bitterly cold day.<br />
Now the test of intestinal fortitude began.<br />
Children dressed in nylon suits and vinyl<br />
boots on ice covered with light snow can be<br />
treacherous at best, but trying to crawl up<br />
hills, pull a sled and a child by each hand,<br />
would make a mountain climber curse<br />
in despair. At the first hill I devised<br />
my system - tie the sled around<br />
my right ankle, put kids on their<br />
stomachs, push one then the<br />
other up ahead of me as far as<br />
possible and down on all fours<br />
myself, try to scale the hills. I<br />
quickly discovered I was simply<br />
crawling up the inside of my housecoat,<br />
choking myself, so a new motion came to<br />
mind. First push boy, then girl, then hike up<br />
nightgown and smash bare knees into ice<br />
to get a grip, then pull right leg tied to sled.<br />
We made the first terrace and walked to<br />
a second and steeper challenge. I tried my<br />
previous routine but after an interminable<br />
time, and almost making it, only to have<br />
one kid or the other, slip back out of reach,<br />
I gave up. The stinging cold numbed me<br />
still despair turned into hope as I devised<br />
another option. We all sat on our butts and<br />
with a little nudging, the three of us slid<br />
back down into the original yard, as I had<br />
decided to hike home via the road.<br />
Putting the kids on the sled, I walked<br />
through the yard out to the road at front,<br />
and started the long trek home. Since there<br />
were no sidewalks, we walked on the road<br />
but our efficient city fathers had sent our<br />
salt trucks bright and early and our hilly<br />
subdivision got their immediate attention,<br />
so the roads were not ice, but wet slush.<br />
My mules became heavy with water and<br />
wouldn't stay on my feet so I kicked them<br />
off and walked home barefoot.<br />
My feet felt like stumps and the two<br />
sets of cement stairs of our home were<br />
mounted with a strange sensation of<br />
unreality. I could hear the baby crying<br />
inside and with great urgency tried to open<br />
the door, which was locked of course, so<br />
our journey continued through the brittle<br />
snow and up another set of stairs at the<br />
back, where we finally gained entry.<br />
The baby had obviously been crying a<br />
long time. She was red and blue at the<br />
same time about the colour of my feet and<br />
knees. That was my first experience with<br />
chilblains. Soon rosy faced children were<br />
playing train with overturned chairs in the<br />
living room and I watched their sunshiny<br />
faces as I fed the baby, whose normal<br />
colour had returned.<br />
I think of this adventure, 43 years later, as<br />
I walk home in the glistening white snow,<br />
then glimpse the Christmas gifts that are<br />
accumulating in boxes of various sizes as<br />
I again prepare for Christmas. I also think<br />
of how often we go coasting, so full of glee<br />
and end up with a gigantic bump (broken<br />
marriages, deaths, illness and defeats) and<br />
how we smash back at life and try to climb<br />
hills to make it back up to that pinnacle.<br />
Often though we have to take a new path,<br />
like the salted road, and feel cold feet and<br />
even total numbness for a time till we find<br />
again, warmth and sunny faces.<br />
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