In December of 1980, our pond froze over. So, we did what all good people do when a pond freezes. We grabbed a sled and tempted death by goofing around on it.
I don’t have a compelling story to go with these photos. My hope is that you just really dig old blurry photos of a family walking, sliding, and sledding on ice.
There’s always time for a photo-op with my uncle.
I like this photo. I like the reflection, the composition, and the fact that I look like that one kid from A Christmas Story.
Safety first! Grandma Gleason is seen here pushing Uncle Steve and me down a snowy hill and onto a sheet of ice. It was good times.
Safety last! Taking a solo ride headfirst toward the ice.
The poor man’s snow blower.
It was nice of Grandpa Gleason to pull me across the pond.
However, pushing me across the pond didn’t work out so well.
As if that wasn’t enough, Grandpa Gleason tried pulling my dad and I at the same time.
Who needs a sled when you have arms to swing by.
Grandma Gleason got on the sled for the family photo.
Bonus Photos! Let’s build a snowman!
I think it’s safe to assume that my dad did most of the work on Mr. Snowman (or should that be Mrs. Snowman).