There has been a lot of hoo-haa in the news about the snow storm in America and now over here in England, we are told we will be getting some snow too. For most people, this is bad news, but for some it is very exciting. I’m talking children now.
In her book ‘Village Affairs’ Miss Read is describing how her class of Infants react to snow in Fairacre…
‘Cruel weather,’ said Mr. Willet. ‘My greens look fair shrammed. What with the weather, and the pigeons, and all them other birds, I sometimes wonder why I bothers to grow them. If I had my way I’d stick to root crops, but my old woman says we must have a bit of winter greens, so I doos my best. ‘Tis a thankless task though, when the winter’s like this.’
‘As long as we don’t get snow,’ I said.
Mr. Willet looked surprised. ‘You’ll get that aplenty, my dear, and afore the week’s out too.’
As usual, he was right.
It began during the dinner hour, while the children were tearing about digesting, I hoped, steak and kidney pie and pink blancmange. Hilary was on playground duty, and I was cutting up painting paper for the afternoon sessions, when the classroom door burst open to reveal a knot of panting children, proudly displaying the spatters of snow on their clothes.
‘Snowing, miss! Ennit lovely? It’s snowing! And it’s laying too.’
They were much too excited to have understood the different uses of the verbs ‘to lie’ and ‘to lay’, and anyway I have almost given up hope of any success in that direction.
I contented myself with telling them to let Miss Norman know that they must all come in to school.
They clanged over the door scraper with enough noise for a mechanized army, and I went to the window to see the worst.
The snowflakes were coming down in great flurries, whirling and turning until the eyes of the beholder were dazzled. The icy playground was white already and the branches of the elm trees would soon carry an edging of snow several inches deep. Across the playground, sitting inside the window of my dining-room, I could see Tibby watching the twirling flakes as interestedly as I was doing.
The snow hissed against the glass, but that sibilant sound was soon drowned in the stamping of feet in the lobby and the excited voices of the children. I could see we were in for a boisterous afternoon. Wind is bad enough for raising children’s spirits to manic level. Snow is even more potent a force.
I judged it best to give out the paints and paper as soon as the register had been called, for it was quite apparent that my voice could never compete with the drama that was going on outside the windows.
‘You can paint a snow scene,’ I said, working on the principle that if you can’t beat your rival, you join him.
‘What like?’ said Ernest.
Our Fairacre children are chary of anything involving the imagination. If I had told them to paint the tasteful arrangement of dried flowers and leaves, concocted by Amy and kept on my desk, they would have set to without a word. But to be asked to create a picture from nothing, as it were, filled them with dismay.’
Did that passage from Miss Read’s book stir any memories of your own childhood in snowtime?
Not really, but I really like the way she spells words in dialect. It really works! I read the “Call the Midwife” books (3 of them) and she used dialect like that in Cockney accents, and I loved it. 🙂
I’ve watched British television on hulu.com, but prefer the shows with captioned so that I can understand what they are saying. “Ennit” captures it perfectly.
I remember the excitement of watching snow from the classroom window. In England in the winter it gets dark at about 3.45 pm so outside the window was dark and the snow was falling – so pretty!
Snow has always excited me and I recall with joy the few snowy days during school hours. Snow always brought the anticipation of cancelled school in the places I lived, so snow falling was almost as exciting as Christmas. As an adult I am still excited when the snow arrives.
Loved this excerpt from Miss Read stories.
It doesn’t make me think of snow, but it does remind me of reading those delightful Miss Read books at school!!! Even as an adult I loved them. I recommend everyone to read ‘Village School’ as well. Wonderful – humour and atmosphere and a joy to read. On another note Oma, I’m a ‘mature lady’ in England, thinking of starting a blog – what do you think? Is it easy? Presumably it’s most enjoyable?! I also live in a cottage in a village….. must be something I can say!
Yes, do start your blog Marian. I’m sure you have lots to share with us all.
I’m a fan of snow and we’ve had plenty of it this year!