It's not every day that you hear about a dad building an igloo for his two infant sons, but that's exactly what my dad did for my youngest brothers. After a big snow dump, he constructed an impressive structure in our backyard. It was last winter we spent in the Jameswood Drive PMQ on the air base in Winnipeg. I recall Dad piling the snow up in the backyard and then tamping it down so he could dig a cave out of the mound. We called it an igloo since it was a little house made of snow.
The end result was amazing, the rest of us brothers were jealous. Mom brought out Tony and Dale, who were just babies, in their snowsuits and put them side by side in what we thereafter always called their igloo. Tony and Dale were as delighted as babies can be.
And then they took a photo of them. Today this wouldn't be such a big deal but back in 1963 it was. That photo lives in the family photo album and every time I see it I am taken back to the day Dad built Tony and Dale's igloo.
I never forgot this and I built one for my own kids many years later. To do theirs, as my kids were seven and nine, I inflated a large bag, watered it regularly until an ice shell developed, then carved an opening and deflated the bag. Once it snowed, I tamped the snow, completing the igloo. This one was large enough for them to stand in and lasted until spring.
When it started to look like it might collapse, I cut the top off, leaving it an open air snow fort. Let the snowball fights commence.
What brat experiences were you able to replicate in some way for your own children...or would like to?
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