From now until the end of the year, I will be posting images from long ago wintertimes. I think this is in 1956 as my brother, David Wendell Hopper, puts the final touches on his artistic creations. I am especially fond of the red-hatted snowchild. SnowMama is wearing, as her hat, the fox collar from the coat seen here on my mother and here on me, which most recently served as a Davy Crockett hat for David, which we no longer have. (David is the youngest boy, not the baby, in the linked pictures.) My sled is gone, too. Dad used to repaint them every Christmas and write the name of the new owner on the bottom using a little tool he had that drew a fine line of black paint.