Ice Skating Memories

That winter, a new song was playing on the radio, White Christmas. I guess for the

soldiers in the Pacific, it was a song of longing, dreaming of a white

Christmas and home. Huh. We didn't have to dream. It was right outside

our doorsteps, but we didn't let that frozen wasteland go to waste. That winter,

the scouts helped with digging out the baseball field between the upper and lower block.

Volunteers flooded the fields, and they became ice skating rinks. I remember I wrote

to my sister in Chicago and told her they made a pond. So next thing I

know, she sent me a pair of ice skates. I loved ice skating. That was just a