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Making snow cream

This is my Mamaw, Laura Leatherman. Back in February 1988 there was a big snow storm, and the house they lived in only had a woodstove in the middle room of the house. There was no indoor bathroom. Mamaw worked in a furniture factory, and Papaw was retired from the sawmill.

Life was financially hard all the time. But life was always good.
Even when we didn’t have what so many others had, we still had family. My parents and my brother and I didn’t live with my grandparents at this time, but just down the road. I was 10 and my brother was 12. Papaw watched us when school was out. My parents and Mamaw still had to work. They all had to get to Hickory to the furniture mills, so they all rode together.

It’s hard to imagine this big old house they had with no powered heat. They put a kerosene heater in the kitchen when they were cooking and one in the bedroom.

But in my mind, it was the best place in the world. I was the youngest grandchild, and you would have thought I was a princess.
This shows Mamaw going out to the car to scrape good snow off into that bowl to make snow cream! Get out the milk and vanilla, because here it comes.

Papaw died about 10 years ago. Mamaw is still here and doing great. My little girl is the new princess, and she loves snow cream.

Jeanie Weaver
Maiden | Rutherford EMC

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