What kid, or teacher for that matter doesn’t love a snow day? As kids we would get up early and listen to the No School announcements on WHDH or WBZ radio praying to hear “No school, all schools in Dedham.” Then as quick as we could, we’d stuff our feet into Wonder Bread bags and rubber boots and head out the door to go sledding! In the days before the streets were intensely chemically treated and plowed to bare pavement before the last flake has even fallen, the little hill on Tower Street by my house made for great coasting. I’m sure this was the case all around Dedham on quiet streets with even the slightest elevation.


If we were feeling really adventurous, we’d take our Flexible Flyers (or Speedaway knockoffs) to the hill at the Capen School. Now THAT was a hill! If you weren’t careful, you could speed-away right onto the basketball court or the woods at the edge of the baseball field, especially if you were flying down the hill on one of those plastic or metal coasters.

Other popular sledding locations were the Community House and Federal Hill (Highland Ave) where sledders in the 1890s covered the hill with water taken from a nearby brook to create an ice covered surface for even more thrills. Even the dangers of car traffic didn’t stop some enthusiastic kids in December 1933.

Back at Tower Street, the Parr kids and our neighbors had a safe sledding option right in our own backyard. Even the installation of a rail fence by my father didn’t keep us off that hill.


Those childhood days of sledding are best captured in this poem I wrote recently. Feel free to share your coasting memories in the comments!
Our Hill
Our hill was not so big a hill,
But still, it was the only hill
In any backyard up and down the street.
And days when wind and winter chill
Dropped snow upon our little hill
It was the place where neighbor kids would meet
For coasting down that snowy hill,
A simple childhood winter thrill
That kept us in the cold outdoors all day.
And down and up we crossed that hill
And didn’t stop the fun until
The cold and darkness drove us all away.
The next time that it snows you will
Find new kids sledding down that hill
The way we did so many years ago.
Their happy shouts of joy will fill
The skies above that ancient hill
And echo over freshly fallen snow.