I grew up in the small town of
Ludlow, Kentucky. My family moved there when I was only 4 years old
and we lived in the same house on Deverill Street for 18 years. Ludlow
was a wonderful community where everyone knew everyone. We rode our
bicycles from one end of town to the other and back again.
At the west end of town was the
Lagoon Lake. In the winter time, we'd all go down with our ice skates
and play till our toes were numb. We'd wrap layers of plastic bags
inside our skates to keep our toes warm but I really don't think it
helped.
My grandfather William (Bill)
Moore and my grandmother Mary (Todd) Moore lived on Bond Street in
West Covington and would come down to skate with us. He would bring
his movie camera and someone would take pictures of us skating across
the ice doing our best moves: twirling, skating backward, and just
gliding across the ice. One of the things I remembered most was skating
as fast as we could and then "plopping" down on the ice
and scooting on our rears as far as we could scoot. Recently my mom
found the old 8 mm movies and had them transferred onto a VHS tape.
There I am with my triangular shaped woolen headscarf tied under my
chin in this enourmous knot, ear muffs, and coat down to my knees.
Smiling at the camera for my grandfather, running as fast as I can
on those skates, and "Plop!" "Scoot" and "Spin!".
What fun we had with our grandparents!.