Sepia Saturday - Snowbound
At the beginning of last summer I featured John Greenleaf Whittier's poem, "The Barefoot Boy." With winter rapidly approaching it's time to feature his "bookend" poem entitled "Snowbound." Whittier grew up on a farm in Haverhill, Massachusetts. His poem evokes a vivid picture of what life was like in the early 19th century rural America. The raging snowstorm outside seems to suggest a looming death which is negated by the family's nostalgia. Below I have excerpted a portion of "Snowbound." The poem can be found in it's entirety here.
I have my own snowbound memories. Only 15 miles from Whittier's home these photos show my childhood home. I can vividly remember trudging through this snow that was up to my waist. Of course I was a little one at the time, perhaps 5 or 6 years old. I never noticed this until now; those footsteps in the snow lead to who I believe are myself and my father at the front door. The last photo is me on top of a huge snow pile, that same day, at my grandparents house.