Monday, January 16, 2012



I received an e-mail from my cousin Lauren Young telling me how my mention of snow ice cream brought to memory how her family, who lived in Dubach, also made snow ice cream when she was young.  This caused me to think more about Mother's snow ice cream and how delicious it was.  I do not know the exact ingredients she used, but I would imagine it would include snow, milk, vanilla, sugar and pet milk or possibly sweetened condensed milk.  I do know that it was the most delicious ice cream that has ever existed.  Mother would always make more than enough for us so that when we had eaten our fill there was always some left over.  She would pour the melted ice cream in metal ice trays and put them in the freezer for another time.  When the ice cream was refrozen the consistency was like ice crystals and not creamy as before.  The rich cream had come to the top and each bite was filled with gooey sweetness that would fill each taste bud in our mouths.  It is sad that youngsters today are not able to enjoy this treat because of the fear of pollution.

The top photo is a picture from the front porch of my grandparents house showing me helping my brother down the icy front steps.  The picture to the left is the "super large snowman" that we built during this snowfall.

Saturday, January 7, 2012



Since the forecast is for a warm winter and it looks like no snow in the near future in Shreveport, it seems like a good time to return to the past and remember one of the big snowfalls in Unionville.  These pictures were made in front of my grandparents' house in Unionville during a big snowfall in the early 1950's.  The picture above is my father Garland Jones pulling my brother, sister and myself on a snow sled that he had made of wood.  Many years later during a snow in Shreveport, I built a very similar sled for my children and was able to relive some of my childhood memories with my own family.

Notice the shadow in the lower part of the picture.  That is the shadow of my photobug mother with her ever present Kodak Brownie box camera.  I will forever thank her for the moments in time that she saved for us.  Also, notice behind us on the sled the road sign.  I am not able to read the sign but am sure one of the towns is Dubach which was two miles North on Highway 167. 

In the picture to the left it seems that we had worn my Father out and he is using his old Chevy pickup to pull us around.  After playing outside and becoming very wet and cold Mother would get us inside, get us out of our wet clothes and we would warm one side and then the other in front of the space heaters in my grandparents' house.  Mother would then give us some hot chocolate to warm our insides and hang out our clothes in front of a heater to dry them.  After getting ourselves warmed up and some dry clothes on we would be back outside to enjoy the snow again.