
Like most children growing up in Northern Michigan in the Fifties and Sixties, I learned to ice skate. I wasn’t talented, since my ankles were rather weak, but I enjoyed the activity. The holiday season transports me back through the years to the ice ponds of my youth. The current temperatures here in Texas have even stayed low enough to help the temporary rink at the corner stay frozen, and I enjoy watching the skaters from my second-floor perch.
In childhood, we often skated to music at the large ice rink in a neighboring town. Memories of frozen toes and the song “Sugar Shack” surface when I think of those years. Before the climate started to change (and before we knew it would turn into a crisis), a winter recreational area called Silver Valley, in the Huron National Forest situated near my hometown, offered toboggan runs, skiing, and frozen ponds for skaters. Being a cautious child, skating was the only thing I wanted to try, and I remember the rinks being much too crowded for my taste.

Even closer to home, we had several other options. My clearest recollection is the time my dad shoveled the snow off a large area of ice on the creek behind our house. My mother was prone to worry, so the creek was a place she often warned her children to avoid during the other seasons, for fear we would slip into the water. With that same fear in the back of my mind, the idea of skating on that frozen version still seemed scary to me. I imagined the snapping turtles, snakes and minnows underneath the crust just waiting for me to fall through. My brother and sister agreed to try nature’s ice, along with a group of neighbor kids. Who was I to chicken out, so I finally agreed and followed my father toward the creek.
The surface was a bit bumpy, but I was just hitting my stride when I heard Dad yelp in surprise. My worst fear had come true, and he’d fallen through the ice! With a pounding heart I skated his direction, near the bank. As it turned out, his one leg had gone through just to the knee. He said it was a mushy spot in the ice caused by some trickling water entering the creek. Not sure if it was from a natural spring or some type of city pipe. That was all I needed, and I hung up my skates for the day!
One year, my dad made an ice rink right in our back yard. Just as he would come home from work in the warm seasons and turn on the hose to water the flowers, that winter, my father often got out the hose to add more water to form a new layer on our rink. That was also a little bumpy, I remember, but it was fun to skate in our yard and quite a novelty to share with our neighbors. I asked him about that, years later, and he admitted it was a lot of extra work, but he knew we liked it, and he hated to give it up once he got started.

I couldn’t possibly write about ice skating without including one of my favorite songs, “River,” by Joni Mitchell. Sad but lovely.
I remember skating on a pond near our house and pretending I was Carol Hess. It was lovely.
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Wasn’t it so much fun?! Thanks for joining me in this memory, Jan.
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I love this song.
I remember skating on the lake at our cottage…..
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I’m interested to know that you have memories of skating, too, Anthony. I hope they’re good ones. Also glad that you like the music 🙂
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Memories – family – river, thank you for taking me with you Becky🤗
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Thanks for coming along, Dwight!
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Lovely memories! When I lived in Holland we had a few years when all the canals froze. Magical times. A friend drove his car on the ice and fell in!
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It must have been amazing to be in Holland with the canals frozen! As far as driving on the ice, the bay near our town often froze and people would drive on it, which scared me to death!
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I grew up in the fifties and sixties in Christchurch New Zealand. I remember only ever going to a skating rink twice with the church youth group. I never did learn to skate.
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It’s not an easy skill to learn! Hopefully you still had fun. The skates for the youngest had double blades, I remember, making it a bit easier for them to stay upright when getting started:)
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a lovely post, Becky. That must have been scary when your dad fell through the ice.
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Thanks so much for reading, Cynthia! Yes, it was very scary, and I suppose that I’d overheard some horror stories of what can happen…
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Hi Becky. Do you skate these days?
That’s one of my favorite songs by Joni.
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Isn’t that song just so haunting and memory-invoking, Neil? I no longer ice skate or roller skate, and I loved doing both. Too afraid of breaking something, these days!
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What beautiful memories! Even though I’ve never ice skated, I enjoyed your story. And I love that song. There’s also a lovely version by James Taylor.
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I appreciate that so much! It looks like many people have recorded this song, but I imagine James Taylor’s version is wonderful. I’ll look for that!
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Lovely skate down memory lane. You had a wonderful father. I’m so happy you provided the link to Jono Mitchel’s River because that song had just started to glide around my brain. I learned to skate on a cranberry bog on Cape Cod. I learned that frozen reservoirs were much smoother than the bogs which had bits of bush and cranberries trapped on the surface. I was never a good skater either–my ankles were fine but my coordination is still klutzy.
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Thanks, Pat, and I’m happy that you like this song, too! Yes, my dad WAS special, but he was at work most of the time like many fathers from that era. I suppose that’s why the times he DID spend with us stick out even more in my mind. Now that’s a story…ice skating on a cranberry bog on Cape Cod! It was fun even if we weren’t very good skaters, right?
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Right!, I last ice skated in college–knees are no longer up to either the skating or the falling. 😦
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What a great story/memory. Your dad sounds great. We used to skate at the park and it was also lumpy and had twigs and stones on it. I was also not a truly good ice skater, not ot mention the fact that I was always freezing. Roller skating was my thing. Your story reminds me of so many fun times. Thank you for that. I’m with your mom. I’d be afraid of my kids skating on a river. I love the song, it’s one of my favorites.
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Thanks for sharing your skating memories, too, Gigi. I’m so happy you like this piece and the music!
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We had a couple of ponds in Bellevue Nebraska. Music — not pop music but classical music coming out of a record player. As I read through all the Boomer memories appearing these days on WP I get a deeper understanding of the gulf between us and the younger generation. Also beautiful song. Thank you.
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Thank YOU, Martha, for sharing your skating memory and your insights into the current gap between generations. So true.
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My dad said when he was a kid, it got cold enough here for ponds to freeze over and for people to go skating. Can’t imagine that ever happening now.
Anyway, lovely memories in your story. Thanks for showing us the photos – I love to see images of the past.
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It certainly is thought-provoking to realize how much the climate has changed. I appreciate your comments, Helen, and I’m happy that you enjoyed my post!
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My pleasure, Becky!
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Brings back fond memories of skating on lakes with a miriad of cousins. We had an indoor rink in a neighboring town too and now “Sugar Shack” is playing in my head. Happy Holidays, Beacky!
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You had double the opportunity to skate, then! I don’t necessarily like the song “Sugar Shack,” but it certainly has a catchy tune and beat:) Happy holidays to you, also, Bette!
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I enjoyed your ice skating memories. Your dad sounds like a wonderful man.
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Happy you liked this, Liz! Yes, my parents were both very good people. As far as parenting, my dad and mom were definitely a team, since he was gone at work much of the time. My mother was the one who kept the household running smoothly, which I suppose is rather typical of the time period.
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Yes, that’s how it was in my household growing up.
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I would have loved all that ice skating – apart from the winter of 63 when the snow on our little road was compacted enough to be like ice, we made do with roller skates.
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That must have been outstanding winter weather for you to remember the year! I also enjoyed roller skating (both indoors and outside) very much and was better at that, besides:)
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That is because the media and weathermen have always remembered – it has gone down in national history. Fun for us, maybe not for the adults!
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Probably so!
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What a lovely post, Becky! Your memories of skating as a child took me back to my own childhood, where the only skating we did was at one of those rinks with the music playing that you mentioned. But I especially liked the first picture of you standing proudly with your new skates, in front of a Christmas tree decorated with tinsel!
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Thank you, Ann, I really appreciate that! I’m pleased to know that my writing took you back in time, as well.
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I’ll join the others in saying your lovely post jogged old memories for me too. I sucked at ice skating but wished I could have done it. (I love watching skating on TV; it combines athleticism and artistry and impresses me to no end.) The images you create of the “skating rinks” you used are very strong and I relate to your cautious/fearful child -self. Lastly, I must say that although I’m a bit younger than you, I too sported that hair-do seen in your first photo – why, of why, did they do that to us?!😁
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I feel much the same way as you about watching talented skaters, Colette! Happy to know you can relate to my childhood fears AND short bangs:)
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Becky, you brought back so many childhood memories of skating. My Dad, like yours, loved to skate and successfully infused at least one of us (me) with his enjoyment. He was a great coach on our Saturday morning ventures up to Bear Mountain in New York. And the perfect video with a song of Joni’s that I love. All perfect. Thank you so much! Jeanne
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I’m very happy that you like this, Jeanne. Thanks so much for sharing your memories, as well!
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I remember skating on a little frozen pond in Prince George, British Columbia in the ’60s. And on an outdoor rink near a school in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan in the ’80s. But the best thing your post reminded me of was a dream I had once of skating up a frozen river, just like in Joni Mitchell’s song. Thanks for your memories.
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And thank YOU for sharing your memories, Audrey. Your dream sounds intriguing. I hope you felt happy while skating on that frozen river…
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Yes, I remember it as a kind of magical experience, different from the usual frantic jumble of regular dreams.
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Maybe you could work it into one of your stories…
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You know, I might do that. I’ve used actual dreams in fiction before. I just need the right story. Thanks for the idea, Becky!
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I love the inspiration of dreams for writing!
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It’s soothing to revisit our treasured memories, isn’t it?
Thanks for sharing your chilly recollections.
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Yes, it is, and that’s a good observation. Thank YOU for reading and commenting!
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“All shod with steel,
We hiss’d along the polish’d ice”
Great Christmas pic of you and the new skates.
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Thank you! Such a wonderful Wordsworth quote; I admit I had to look that up, but it’s so fitting:)
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Your shelter looks very much like the one at our skating rink in Iowa. It was at a local park: very large, and very well-maintained. It was close enough that I could walk, and many nights — especially with full moons — I’d walk down there and spend an hour or two on the ice. It’s among my favorite memories now.
I do have one Houston ice-skating story. There was a terrible, days-long freeze in 1983. The pipes at my apartment complex burst, and the concrete courtyards around the swimming pools became covered with inches-thick ice. I still had my ice skates at the time. I brought them down, and did some skating. It was the oddest experience possible, but it certainly was memorable. Thanks for your wonderful story, that brought it all back.
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How pleasant in Iowa, to have a park with a skating rink so close by! Your Houston story is amazing, and I can’t even imagine that much cold weather here in Texas. I appreciate you stopping by and sharing your memories!
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This took me back to my childhood, too. ❤️ And I love that Joni Mitchell’s song. So did Carrie Fisher! ((Just read the new bio.) she wanted to use River in some kind of show, but Joni said “No.”
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Cynthia, so happy to hear this brought back memories for you, too! Interesting tidbit about Carrie Fisher and the song. I think that it speaks to many people, which is what a good song, book or story often does!
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What a lovely set of memories, Becky! Thank you so much for sharing them…
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I appreciate you for reading about them, Sarah!
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a lovely piece of writing. I enjoyed this. My daughter used to be an ice skater and through the competitions she took part in, we travelled to Boston twice, Los Angeles, Hong Kong and cities on the east coast of Australia. IT was a wonderful time. She still skated now from time to time as a senior. We’re all getting older 🙂
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Thank you for reading and commenting, John. Wow, your daughter really was an ICE SKATER! How exciting all that must have been.
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Great post, Becky! When I started pond skating, my gutsier best friend had to push me on a chair. (I later became a competitive figure skater, lol.)
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Wow, you went a long way in your skating, Lisa! Thanks for reading and commenting:)
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Great fun! I recall being happy on a toboggan in Canada a few times, but didn’t have strong enough ankles for ice skating. (It always looks so easy…!) Best wises. x
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I wasn’t good at skating, but still had fun, and I know what you mean about the ankles! Thanks for sharing your memories of winter in Canada, Joy!
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