Guest 667- Registered: 6 Apr 2008
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9 January 2010
12:5836932Snow joke or is it.
Come on while we have the snow has anyone got anything funny or otherwise that happened due to the snow.
I left school at 15 and went to Canterbury College as an apprentice there I built a sledge, using two old chrome car bumpers. I welded the frame to the bumpers and put a board on top to lie on. It was a great job and as I remember I got some good points for it in the welding class.
Then the snow came ((the following year I think) and off up to the park I went with my pride and joy of a sledge. I set it up at the top of the slope and off I went, it went so fast I could not control it;
I smashed into a tree shot forward and knocked myself out. Off I went to hospital by ambulance where I stayed for a day or so.
When I got out of hospital it was raining, no snow and guess what I never saw my sledge again.
Sue Nicholas- Location: river
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9 January 2010
13:2136935I came to live in River in 1971 and when we saw Kearsney Abbey with its white wedding dress we could not believe our eyes .
Terry Nunn
- Location: London Road, Dover
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9 January 2010
14:1836939I first saw snow diuring the winter of 1946/7. My father was a baker so naturally I said "Look at all the icing sugar". Not being linguistically perfect at the age two I actually called it icing duder!
Happy days, that was before the world went mad of course.
Terry
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Guest 643- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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9 January 2010
14:3236943I remember when my son was about 2 and hadn't at that time seen snow. I picked him up from his bed and took him to the window to show him the beautiful white garden - he looked, put his hand over his mouth in shock and said "Who done that?"
As Terry said - happy days!
There's always a little truth behind every "Just kidding", a little emotion behind every "I don't care" and a little pain behind every "I'm ok".
Guest 666- Registered: 25 Mar 2008
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11 January 2010
14:2637186I first saw snow in 1963 and apparently loved it so much I screamed my head off everytime I was brought back inside, so my mum wrapped me up as warm as she could and left me out in the garden in Waddon till it got dark and I came in of my own accord to thaw out.
Happiest memory was one New Year (prob 1976-7) when I went up to Trafalgar Sq with school friends spending a great time buzzing snowballs at policemen and trying to get into the fountains (thankfully unsuccessfully).
Also recall my electronics obsessed friend making a star for his parents outdoor tree out of plywood and flourescent tubes - it glowed so well it set fire to the tree and fence!
Oh Boy!, That'll be the day.........
Guest 657- Registered: 13 Mar 2008
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11 January 2010
15:1737189My funniest snow memory was walking to work in London one February morning when we had quite heavy snow (during the 80s.) As I turned the corner I slipped on an icy patch (snow didn't prevent me from wearing 5 inch heels in those days!) I crashed to the ground and a smartly dressed business man stopped to help me to my feet. I thanked him and grabbed hold of his hand only to pull him over with me as I slipped again! He was absolutely soaked; face down in slush which pleased him immensely as he was off to an important meeting!
Another time in New York after Christmas we were getting a taxi to the airport when I slipped on the snow getting in (I was wearing low heeled boots this time ok) and ended up in a deep slushy puddle between the cab door and pavement. The bum of my jeans was totally saturated so the driver had to wait whilst I got my case out of the boot and ran back into the hotel and got dried and changed!
Guest 644- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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11 January 2010
16:0037192Don't read this one whilst eating your tea.
Whilst working on an archaeological excavation in Lincolnshire in February 1992 and living in a caravan in the Fens, we got snowed in for a week. The snow caused four foot drifts and we were three miles from the nearest shop. We only had a small oil heater for the caravan with four blokes and three bunk spaces meaning that one of us had to lie on the floor in a sleeping bag. For a week the temperature did not rise above minus 5 and the wind chill drove it down to minus 17 one day.
We were unpaid as we could not get to work so could do nothing but drink booze (mostly Thunderbird), eat Ginsters pasties and play war games. One of my colleagues cooked sausages and sprouts seemingly every day stinking out the caravan.
That's all bad enough, but now the disgusting part. In the caravan was a toilet, but it was so cold that if one tried to use it the steam rose up and condensed onto the ceiling into urine icicles. These melted as the caravan heated up via the oil stove, ran down the walls and then refroze over night. We had to shovel out the ice every morning. We called them 'uricles'.
Guest 693- Registered: 12 Nov 2009
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11 January 2010
16:3737195My earliest memory of snow is in the Volkspark, a ghastly concrete suburb of West Berlin where we lived in the early 60s when Dad was posted to RAF Butzweilerhof. My abiding memory of German winters is of bitterly cold winds and huge piles of snow; RAF roads were constantly ploughed in order to keep the bases and married quarters accessible at all times, but this particular winter has come down through family legend as particularly severe, and the snowdrifts caused by the roads being constantly ploughed were in the order of 10-12ft high.
Mum and I had been out shopping at the NAAFI, and on the way home we had stopped at the playground so that I would be worn out by bedtime and get off to sleep without giving my parents yet another night of misery. Mum let me play on the swings - they were the old fashioned sort with a metal bar that came down over your tummy so that you sat in a sort of 'box' seat that prevented you from falling out. Kids loved taking the swing higher and higher, and in fact I do remember one kid taking the swing right over the bar, thus doing a full loop-the-loop, which earned him/her a severe bollocking from mummy. I never had the nerve to go for the full loop, but loved taking it as high as I could; this particular day I took the swing as high as I dared - at the very top of one swing, the safety bar in front of me opened up and I began to slip out from underneath the bar. In panic I grabbed the bar with my hands, which had the instant effect of turning me into a trapeze artist and I was catapulted through the air as the impetus of the swing forced me to let go.
Mum later described her feeling of abject panic as I flew through the air, but she needn't have worried as I landed at the top of one the huge snow drifts! I remember the feeling of relief at not being killed being replaced almost instantly by the sensation of freezing cold around my nether regions as my landing had torn the seat from my trousers, and I was up to my backside (literally) in frozen snow. I can still remember the embarrassment of having to walk home in the freezing cold through all the houses and flats with no trousers on........
True friends stab you in the front.
Guest 667- Registered: 6 Apr 2008
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11 January 2010
19:4237216Around 1970 stationed in Northern Ireland we had a good fall of snow, so we decided to have a good old snow ball fight. Squadies against the WRAC's on the Regimental Square with a line drawn in the snow to divide the sides.
The snow ball fight was going great when suddenly one of the WRAC's ( a big girl as I recall) crossed the line, a large snow ball in hand and tried to shove most of it down someone's combat trousers. From then on, it became a free for all the girls trying to get some snow down the soldiers shirts and trousers and the men trying to fill as many Bras as they could get their hands in with snow.
To make it all, the R.S.M. walks by lobs a snow ball and shouts you lot must all be bloody mad and carries on to the Mess. There were a few "Yes Sir's "then on we all continued, a real case of " A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
