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| frantic search for missing shoes, matching boots, and mittens, the race was on. We began with undershirts, under-shorts, long-sleeved flannel shirts, corduroy pants and sweaters—the basics for everyday winter wear in mountainous Colorado in the 1960s. Then came the fun part. Snow pants—the old-fashioned wooly kind. These were outgrown each year in turn from the eldest to the youngest. Somewhere near the end of the line we discarded them in favor of a slightly-less-worn pair outgrown by |
| a neighbor’s child. The problem with those old-fashioned snow pants was that they were either too short from the crotch to the ankles or too long from the seat to the bib. And their straps never, ever, fit anybody. They had to be secured with safety pins. Next, boots. They were worn over one’s shoes, and snow invariably got into the tops and jammed down around the ankles and feet, where it melted just enough to soak shoes and socks and stick in clumps to the bottoms of snow pants, as well as to whatever bit of corduroy pants hung |