Francine, I grew up in Canada on the beautiful Island of Newfoundland. There were days when I could have climbed out my bedroom window (second story) from snow that would pile up against the side of the house. I remember it being so cold one morning that I wet both thumbs, stuck them to the iced over window and made peep holes like this( [Eek!] ... [Eek!] ) so I could look out.

We weren't cold in the big feather bed with about 100 home made quilts on us, but we made a beeline to the kitchen when our feet hit the floor. [Big Grin]

chick

[ June 14, 2005, 09:11 PM: Message edited by: chickadee ]