THE GHOST OF A CHRISTMAS LONG PAST...I don't know why, but 5 hours of shopping really took the wind out of my sails this evening. I never got to finish the article (which I will finish tomorrow). I will try to write something about the election tomorrow. I watched the French debate for a little while, but I was a little too pooped for it to make much of an impression.
From Christmas 1980, here I am with my middle brother and sister with a snowman that "we" built, though, as you can probably guess from the height discrepancy, obviously, my father really was the one who made it.
Note that my father didn't go for the traditional "three ball" construction method, instead opting for something a little more phallic. I think he might have started by making balls, but the snow must have been a little too lose for it to hold its shape like that, so he had to really pack it around evenly.
The townhouse just had a patio in our private area in front of out yard instead of a real lawn (though there was some grass in between the pathway and Alton Drive, but it was a common ground), but we got plenty of snow anyway because the wall on the side acted as kind of a snow trap.
I have a few more pictures taken at the same time, but I opted to go with this one simply because you can see the Christmas lights (and a Christmas tree in the window, if you look closely).