In my daughter's Friday memory entry, she mentions the time I helped her and her brother build an igloo.
In the comment section of that entry, my son says this: "Man, I was just telling my buddy about those igloos. I swear that year we had one right out the back door...that thing did last a long time. For the most part, I'm enjoying "global warming", but it would be nice to have another igloo year too. Oh, and how the hell did mom figure out how to build igloo's anyhow?!"
Well believe it or not, I remember exactly how I learned to build an igloo.
I was about eight years old when someone gave me "The Bobbsey Twins" for Christmas. Lord only knows how many times I read that book through!
In that book, there were two sets of twins: Nan and Bert, the older set; and their young siblings, Freddie and Flossie.
"After that the building of the snow house was started all over again. The pile of snow was packed down as hard as possible, and Nan made Flossie and Freddie do the outside work while she crept inside, and cut around the ceiling and the bay window just as the others wanted. It was great sport, and when the snow house was finished it was large enough and strong enough for all of them to enter with safety.
'Tonight I'll poah some water ober dat house,' said Sam. 'Dat will make de snow as hard as ice.' This was done, and the house remained in the garden until spring came."
I hope nobody finds the dialect here offensive, but that's how the book was written; after all, this was a long, long time ago.