This issue of the Sunset Trade is featuring winter stories written by Mr. Bogh and his class of 3rd through 6th graders. The photograpers and design team for this issue are:
Most of the photographs can be seen much larger by opening the image.
A Winter's Poem
The Fun Day
Chebeague Inn (aka Hillcrest Hotel)
My snowman was bigger than me. He was wearing a long red scarf
around his neck and a little blue hat on his head. His eyes and
mouth were made out of small black rocks. His nose was a carrot
from my house. His arms were made out of branches from a tree
in my back yard.
I stepped back and looked at my snowman and thought that I
did a great job making it. Then I realized how cold I was. My
mittens were soaked through, and my boots were full of snow.
Back in the house I changed into dry clothes. The hot cocoa warmed me up while I was looking out the window. That was the best snowman I ever made.
An Ice Storm Memory
The Big Wipeout
It was sunny out. The hill was steep and the snow was sticky
and we went very fast on the steeper side of the hill. My cousin
Adam took a big wipeout. I was sledding with him and Conrad,
who also just wiped out.
I started half way down the hill. I pushed down on the sled with my feet and I wiped out. Later, we had cocoa and made a snow fort at my house.
One day on Big Scare Hill, in the deep cold and crunchy snow, I went sledding. I went down Big Scare Hill and saw a big rock puffed out of the snow. It was a big gray rock. I tried to turn the sled but I hit that big scary rock and did flips in the air. I landed after a snow bank and I was still going. I hit another rock, flipped and landed face first in the snow. I was ony three. My dad came running after me. I was not crying. We walked back to the car and went home , and had some hot cocoa.
When I was three, my boot lace got caught in the door at Joan
and Dick Phipps' house. I fell and hit my arm on the ice and
broke my arm. Dad almost stepped on me.
Mommy could tell the way I was crying that something was wrong.
Mom called the rescue. They said I had a broken arm. They gave
me a choice to go in the car or on the rescue. I chose the car.
They put my arm in a cast which was on a long time. When it was time to get it off it smelled, and my arm underneath did, too. The whole car smelled! It made me not feel very good!
Once Christi and I went to Sanford's Pond. We saw Vika, Denis, Dasha, Zach, and Arianna. We made up a trick. I fell on the ice, when we were doing the trick that we made up. You would have someone hold someone's skate. They would pull you backwards. As we were doing our trick, I fell and cut my chin and Christi fell and cut her lip. We went in the warming house. We had some hot dogs and hot cocoa. We got bandaids from Sanford. Then we went home and Christi slept over. We watched "Home Alone 3". The next morning , we called Vika, Denis and Dasha to see if they wanted to go skating and we met them at Sanford's. Then Christi and I tried to do the trick again and it worked so we showed my mom. Then we went home.
My Other Car
I have a bumper sticker on my
vehicle that reads "My Other Car Is A Pair Of Boots".
I found it in a shop the other day, and while I'm not usually
one for bumper stickers, this one caught my eye. I suppose it's
because, in my heart of hearts, I generally like walking some
place better than driving there. It's a more interactive experience,
the kind that puts you in tune with your environment and demands
a little bit more of your body and mind. And while I like to
walk during all the seasons, there's a special attraction I have
to throwing on the boots and heading out in the height of winter.
Now, I'm not talking about trekking up into the mountains
loaded with snowshoes, crampons, and ice axes in search of some
small-scale Everest experience. As fun as those journeys can
be, they usually require a small fortune in gear, some minimal
cooperation from Ma Nature, and rounding up a friend or two to
go who doesn't look at you like you're deranged when you suggest
hiking up a mountain in 2 degree weather. By walking, I simply
mean getting around town: visiting a friend, heading out for
a cup of coffee, dropping stuff off at the post office.
My personal favorite is grocery shopping. From where I live,
there are two classic routes to and from the grocery store. The
first is a short trek through the woods in back of my house,
across a lumber yard, and then down along the railroad tracks.
It has a nice hobo feel to it. The second, only available in
the heart of winter, is a hike along the ridgeline of snow banks
that lines the street. It works best when the bank is frozen
up enough to walk on top of and jagged enough to get good footing
on, and typically the higher the snow the more fun it is. The
biggest challenge is on the return trip, when the back pack is
loaded up with grapefruit juice and frozen broccoli and graham
crackers and one of those miniature whole chickens. The nice
part is you have to concentrate so much on your balance that
you don't get to look at the drivers of the passing cars going
by who are wondering what's wrong with the idiot perched five
feet up on a snowbank during a blizzard with a full back pack
I suppose the even nicer part than that is that as I've grown older and hopefully a little wiser, I could care less what kind of idiot I look like. I enjoy getting around in My Other Car, and I suppose that's all that matters.
Polar Bear Day
The weather was really nice and
the sun was shining on icy tree branches. The ground in front
of the hotel was white like a clean polar bear. My friends and
I had a lot of fun playing.
The icy hill was big and slippery. We were going so fast that
our sleds kept flipping over. After a while we started to sled
down the hotel stairs. It was much more fun sledding on the stairs
than on the hill because they were really bumpy.
When we got tired of sledding we started to have a snowball
fight. That was a lot of fun, too. It was more fun than sledding
because we didn't have to climb back up the hill. When my friends
started to throw snowballs at me they didn't go anywhere because
the snow was stuck on their gloves.
After we went home the ground looked like a dirty polar bear.
I looked up and there was Josh flying over me on his sled. He landed with a thud, half crying, half laughing, on the hard icy snow. My dad had told him to wait until he got back to the top of the hill. About two hours later we went to Josh's house and played video games and watched TV. Then I went home and sat by the fire. I was really tired.
Chebeague Inn from a distance
My Winter Fun
While some people like the summer,
Photograpers around the Brewer's snowman
Sanford's Skating Pond and Shed
Lida's Big Castle
One day I was passing by Lida's house and I saw a big castle
made out of snow. My mom and I stopped and I asked Lida's mom
if I could play with Lida in the castle.
"Yes, you can play with Lida", Kim said.
Lida and I were play-fighting and we fell down the hill and
we were buried in the snow. We shook the snow off and laughed.
After, we went inside and had hot cocoa and watched a movie. We had a really fun day.