There’s no doubt that Winter downsized itself this year into a wimpy, unworthy season causing many unhappy snow bunnies. I always say that I am one of ten people in Midlothian who like winter better than summer. Everyone else loves summer. Thank goodness we had a token snowstorm Sunday night which painted a nice picture with about 4 inches, but it all melted by 4 PM the next day. Now we are sweatin’ to the seventies (degrees) for a few days. Daffodils are dancing.
On Sunday, a snow-related photo on Facebook posted by an Always Known Friend (AKF) gave me the secure feeling I needed to keep a perfectly good winter item safe from a downsizing yard sale or Ebay sale. My AKF posted a photo of her pristine Lightning Glider sled, and I now know that my very own original Lightning Glider, which hangs on the wall in our utility shed, must go to Chicago. I cannot part with it.
My Lightning Glider, made by the The Standard Novelty Works of Duncannon, PA, was purchased for me sometime around preschool age. My parents got a long sled for me so I “could grow into it.” My father pulled me around on it before I was old enough to operate it myself. Four little kids fit in sitting position for group sledding. In later years, I remember stack planking at least 3 or 4 of my friends on the sled for preteen hormone-charged night sledding. The sled weighs quite a bit with its steel running blades and solid wood construction. I carved my initials with a wood burning pen (remember them?) into a bottom support slat and also wrote my initials on the front with a magic marker. I think I was paranoid about loss when we piled our sleds together to take a break. The sled still looks good today and has the original pulling rope!
Then my son used the sled when he was a boy. It was not the newest or sleekest model at the time, but it still did the job. We had more snow in Richmond back in the day and Kamikaze boy action, but the Lightning Glider withstood another kid’s mistreatment and exuberant joy.
At this point, I need to point out that my family’s love of sledding progressed and continued in trips to Switzerland where sleek, fast “sledges” and the world’s longest Alpine sled runs are completely out of the Lightning Glider’s limited ability.
Ah, but remember that we are moving to Chicago. I can see pulling little kids on the Lightning Glider up our street to Roscoe Village for hot chocolate at Starbucks. Heck! I can see little kids pulling me up the street in my doddering old age. There’s no doubt – the sled’s a keeper.
So glad Annette’s rescued sled and photo helped you make that critical decision. Should she take a picture of the 53 or so year old tricycle on her front porch too?
Sure! I no longer have my original red tricycle because I think I wore it out! I remember seeing broken pieces from time to time in my childhood basement and carport. I am not posting photos on my blog because I am still a big believer in the imagination of the mind. I read other posts/blogs and have vivid pictures in my head from just the words. HOWEVER, I am thankful for others who post photos to inspire me.
Still have my Flexible Flier even down here in Florida! Not letting it go!
Yep, we’ve still got my Lightning Glider (with magic marker initals on back) hanging in the garage. Randy pulled the girls around when they were little and then later
they used it too, of course. Susan found the people who had gotten Randy’s old Speedway and bought it back from them and gave it to him a few years ago. We usually decorate the porch with it, but there didn’t seem to be any reason to do it this year!
I am so glad that the Star City women of a certain age still have their original sleds!