There’s snow place like home: Why I keep snow in my freezer.

Meredith Cummings
3 min readAug 20, 2021

I keep snow in my freezer.

In Alabama snow is rare. So years ago my daughter Isabel and I started gathering it each time it snowed. We put each scoop of snow in a baggie and stuck it in the freezer, marked with the year we collected it.

We have many bags of freezer snow, dating back years.

It may seem silly but it makes me smile when — on the rare occasion I can actually see the back of my messy freezer — I glimpse the baggied snow. Each time I see it my mind wanders back to the memories we made when we collected each snow sample.

Like the time Isabel got to see her first hard snow, in 2017. (When she was a baby we lived in New York City but she has no memory of this so we don’t count it.)

It snowed so hard in Tuscaloosa that night that it reminded me of my early-career, 20something days when I lived in Pennsylvania. The first time I saw snow there, I snuck out of the neighborhood bar/eatery away from my friends. It was around midnight and the streets were deserted. I stood in the middle of the road, stretched my arms out wide and looked up at the sky…

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Meredith Cummings

Freelance journalist, Teaching Assistant Journalism Professor at Lehigh University, Essayist, Book reviewer