The Slide Years: Winter Once More

By Eilene Lyon

The Slide Years is a series in which I select an image my dad took from 1957-1982 with Kodachrome slide film, then I write a stream-of-consciousness essay – a sort of mini-memoir.


Nothing says “Welcome to OHIO!” like a blizzard. We’d just spent three and a half years in the “Land of Eternal Spring” and one school semester in Corvallis, Oregon. I was NOT taking to this winter shit. Our lovely new home: Wright Patterson Air Force Base, Fairborn.

We were in no way acclimated to cold weather, much less three feet of it. Snow shoveling skills – zip. And it wasn’t like we could just hunker down. We had to move all our stuff into our base housing while the wind and ice crystals were sanding down our exposed faces.

Adding insult to injury was the fact that I would soon be going to my third high school in less than a year, matriculating in the middle of my sophomore year. It wasn’t fair, dammit!

While I did have some good times in Ohio (and bad, and a lot of growing up to do), I was not sorry to say goodbye to the crappy weather when I left the state seven and half years later.

What I didn’t learn until relatively recently is that when we were in Fairborn, we were cheek-by-jowl with a ton of family history, dating back to at least 1801. Oh, the missed opportunities!

My beautiful picture

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  1. I was just gonna ask, is that a Vega wagon? LOL!

    Moving sucks as it is. In the middle of sub freezing temps with several feet of snow being dumped on your heads? No. Thank. You. A dubious beginning to your time in Ohio, no doubt.

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      1. The times it happened to me was high school and then between K and 1st and in the middle of 3rd grade and then between 4th and 5th. Most were not mid-term, but I was so introverted and scared and found it really hard to meet new people.

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  2. Having grown up in Ohio, I know that “winter shit” well, but I’m sure it wasn’t great if you’re accustomed to warmer climes. Now that I would actually like to experience a bit of snow, because we don’t really get any in London, it never seems to snow when I’m visiting Ohio in the winter – in fact, it’s usually unseasonably warm. Typical.

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    1. I really don’t mind the snow so much. It’s how gray and dreary and humid it is there at the same time. Winter in Colorado is way different. But maybe none of us will be experiencing winter a few decades from now!

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