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By Jack Joseph Smith

My first winter was hinted to by the trees, but I don't think I was aware of it until it happened, looking out the kitchen window from morning to morning, eating with my oatmeal in the fall. Here's your milk and orange juce Michael. I hope winter isn't too hard here. I suppose it was pretty bad last year, but from what I hear it didn't last too long, thank God. I hope Dad dosen't have a hard time going to work in the morning. At least the streets are better here than in Greentree. Drink your orange juce Michael. The weather was so bad in Indiana, when I was a girl. It was bad for Dad too, I guess. They lived on more of a farm than we did. Do you like your raisins Michael? I love oatmeal and raisins. And she smiled dearly when she said, You've been eating oatmeal and raisins for quite a while now. Mom, what is winter like? Drink your orange juice Michael. Dad will be coming down in a minute. There is lots of snow, and maybe you will be able to go sleigh riding. Say for sure that I'll be able to go. Sometime, when we go to see Grandma, you may go sleigh riding on Hickey's Hill. But, I want to go Here mom. Funny, the way she always looked when she thought of my fathers work time. She looked that way, involved I guess when she said, Dad will take you on a Saturday when there's lots of snow. What's Hickey's Hill mom? For a minute she caught herself becoming a little girl and then she became preoccupied, while she spoke. It's two big hills that face

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Winter enters through kitchen talk about snow, work, oatmeal, orange juice, sled riding, and Hickey's Hill, while the mother keeps folding weather into family memory and worry.

The page is built mostly from speech, and that matters because the season becomes real through the mother's running commentary before it becomes real through direct experience. Her attention keeps sliding between the child's appetite, the father's drive to work, Indiana winters, Grandma, and the promise of sled riding, so care sounds slightly anxious all the way through.

Claude

Over milk and 'orange juce', Michael's mother talks about his first winter: she hopes it 'isn't too hard here', worries whether Dad 'dosen't have a hard time going to work', and remembers how bad the weather was in Indiana when she was a girl. Michael asks what winter is like and begs to go sleigh riding 'Here', while she promises Hickey's Hill at Grandma's or a Saturday with Dad.

Winter arrives first as talk, and the mother's running commentary folds the season into worry about work, weather, and family memory. The boy's insistence, 'Say for sure that I'll be able to go', shows a child testing promises. The narrator notices how she 'caught herself becoming a little girl' before turning preoccupied, a small glimpse of her own past inside the household routine.