Snowfall 

 

 

SNOWFALL

 

 

 

Before I was born, my parents bought a turn of the century victorian house that they spent my entire childhood refurbishing (when their budget allowed), and repairing. 

Dad would curse while mending fragile bannisters broken by my sister and I while “sledding” down the stairs. Other times, he’d be in good spirits - painting the exterior of the house with Miles Davis on the stereo, and my two uncles on deck with clothes spattered in paint, and faces shiny with sweat. Much of the time, you could hear Dad muttering “Oh Shit!” upon discovery of one more “damn broken pipe.” Another leak in the “shit ceiling.” An unexpected demand letter from city requiring that a hazardous “non-operational piece of crap fireplace”  be brought up to code. 

Mom always seemed to be in the kitchen making egg salad  sandwiches, with piles of warm, unfolded laundry mounting on couches and tabletops. Our dog Max loved to pee on the piles (and on the drapes) — which eventually landed him in another home (grieving my little heart to this day). 

There’s a movie from the 80’s called “The Money Pit,” starring Tom Hanks and Shelly Long. “The Money Pit” is an old creaky house like the one I grew up in. By the end of the movie, the charming, but all-too-labor-intensive house all but destroys the young couple. 

Eventually, my parents  cut their losses, and sold the house on Chester Street. They traded in her historic, 1911 charms for a brand new, fully functioning- albeit much smaller home. 

Last year, the Chester house went on the market, and I seized the opportunity to reminisce in her old rooms during an open house weekend. From the forest green carpet (installed by my father in 1986) to dreadful water stained ceilings (made far worse for the wear through the years), it was clear that the people who bought the house from my parents hadn’t been able to afford the debilitating upkeep of my treasured childhood house. 

The fire department swarmed through the house -deeming it a fire hazard - while folks from HGTV proclaimed her a gold mine. The following week, that creaky, squeaky, leaky old house (that my parents once sold for 75K),  was swiped for a whopping 1.3 million dollars. She has since been refurbished, and restored to her rightful glory. 

I sobbed while walking those rooms. It was an experience so cathartic, that it became a song. 

This is “Snowfall,” born of the most vivid memories of my childhood on Chester street. I hope you love it! ❄️

Love, 

 

 

 

 

Snowfall 

Written by: Rehya Stevens, Jon Kubis and Duane Niellson 

 

Red-Gold leaves have fallen 

You feel a deep kind chill in the air 

Still not much has changed 

‘Round here 

 

Ooooweeeooooo 

Ooooweeeooooo 

 

Good old friends returning 

Everybody’s home 

It’s like old days again 

Full grown 

 

Ooooweeeooooo 

Ooooweeeooooo 

 

I rode my bike through every single street 

In this neighborhood 

'Til I was old enough to drive away 

Now it sure feels good 

 

Chorus: 

To feel the chill creepin’ in 

These old fashioned window panes again 

When the snow falls down 

Old floorboards that give you up 

Just as you’re barely sneakin' in 

When the snow falls down

 

Weatherman’s warning 

There’s a storm comin' in 

Fill up your cup 

Saddle in 

 

Ooooweeeooooo 

Ooooweeeooooo 

 

Eighteen restless winters spent 

Here in these rooms 

Waiting for the spring to come 

But now it just feels good 

 

Chorus: 

To feel the chill creepin’ in 

These old fashioned window panes again 

When the snow falls down 

Old floorboards that give you up 

Just as you’re barely sneakin ‘in 

When the snow falls down 

 

Bridge: 

It's funny how you never know 

The things you'll miss the most 

While you're chasing a bigger life 

Born from small town dreams  

 

Chorus: 

Now I just wanna feel the chill creepin’ in 

These old fashioned window panes again 

When the snow falls down 

Old floorboards that give you up 

Just as you’re barely sneakin ‘in 

When the snow falls 

The old tree house in the yard 

Strummin' my first guitar again 

When the snow falls 

Swinging' out on the porch 

Watching' these northern stars again 

When the snow falls 

 

Outro: 

And who woulda thought 

That I'd miss these simple things 

Like how good it feels just to take a walk 

In the park - all bundled up 

Or swingin' out on the porch 

Strummin' my old guitar 

And who woulda thought 

I could be happy just being 

Just being 

Mmmmhmmm 

 

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