The worst winter ever, nineteen sixty-three,
my son was born.
Disaster struck,
snow buried the truck
bringing coal to me,
blocked the lane for the next two months –
power cuts didn’t help.
How do you keep a baby warm
in minus twenty-three?
Take baby and pram into the woods
as they did in days of old.
Twigs and sticks were not much good
until the search struck gold:
a telegraph pole, felled near the path
sawn on the spot into bite-sized chunks,
piled on the pram, dragged home.
.At dVerse they’re writing about winter and snow. My memory is of a winter rather more dramatic than my quickly-written verse shows.
We don’t know we’re born these days.
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Guess you are a fortune to your son by now. That was tough, glad u and your baby sailed through.
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amazing how we never forget the BIG storms…. a bit scary they are
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that must have been terrifying…a parent’s instinct to protect your child, paired with the hopelessness of no source of heat…glad you found that pole!
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A very evocative poem. Actually, it sounds like a scene from ‘Call the Midwife’ – do you watch it?
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avidly! I read the book when it first came out, and was deeply suspicious at the idea of the TV programmes, but now I’m hooked.
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The social history is so interesting. I can’t believe things (and attitudes) were so different a relatively short time ago.
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Truly relatively short: Call the Midwife is moving towards the early sixties, when my babies were born, including my daugter born at home, with an elderly district nurse in attendance.
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Makes me think of primitive times….pioneers, new settlers, even the natives who lived on our land before us….no wonder many died young..winters were deadly.
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And this was within 30 miles of London
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Quite a story, Viv! It must have been terrifying and dramatic. But your short lines and matter-of-fact details give this control and poise. There’s also a ballad like quality to this – or do I mean fairytale – the woodcutter heading into the woods, covered in snow…
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At the time it was traumatic, but 50 odd years have led to a certain sang froid!
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This is powerful, Viv…and speaks to the will to survive and the strength to save…wow.
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Truly that kind of cold and icy death is a terrifying human dilemma and the human intelligence evolved to take care of that.. is truly incredible.. to stay alive.. in death’s icy grip…
The more I read of poetic expressions of snow today.. the happier i am without the genie of the bottle of snow flake wishes..:)
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That sounds like an awful winter, and aren’t you glad now that you preserved it in poetry? I would say for me last winter had the most intense cold and most snow here in my memory. This year we have had a few good snowstorms as well. It is the horrible WIND along with the snow that I hate.
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Me too.
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Wow…that must have been so scarey. It is amazing how our mothers’ instinct kicks in to get us through anything.
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Wow, Viv! That looks like some winter!
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That must have been really difficult. To be without the fuel for warmth and the biting winter prevailing, it is hard to survive during such times.
-HA
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It was before the days when we had central heating, so we were hardier then than we are now.
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Too cold, too hot, Nature is impervious to we mere gnats; terrific story, Viv; I once had to move in with friends when my pipes froze & the power was off for a week; took showers at work.
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There’s much about you I admire, Viv.
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Blush!
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way to think on your feet… what an ordeal… but good mother’s are superheroes and always find a way…
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oh heck viv – i cannot even imagine how tough that must have been -and then with a little baby, trying to keep it warm.. glad that things turned out well
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What winters.. and just imagine that we needed to heat by coal.. and having to fear for your baby´s life.. collecting wood for survival.. a very strong memory
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wow. now that is survival…cant imagine the fear for the child…and the struggle to overcome through such an ordeal…of course I am sure on the frontier they went through it often…the only thing remotely close was the derecho which took out our power for 10 days…and it was over 100 degrees every day….
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Yeah, that’s survival indeed.
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