When you grow up on a farm, town is a long ways away. Other than going to school on the bus, we went to town once or twice a month for groceries. The ice skating rink was in town.
On our farm there was a low spot in the corner of the field on the south side of the driveway. If there was a early spring thaw and then a cold snap the water would collect in that corner of the field and freeze. It made for a wonderful place to ice skate.
This spot in a nearby field reminded me of Saturday afternoons in the spring. Remember those double runner skates that you strapped onto your boots…sometimes they came undone and you would fall down. We would put our skates on in the house and then tromp to the ice…either that or take a couple of pieces of wood to sit on to put on our skates in the field.
Round and round we would go skating faster and faster, cheeks rosy red, scarves trailing in the wind until we hit weeds coming up out the the ice…that would slow you down. Soon we were tired and still had to change into our now cold boots or walk all the way back to the house in our skates.
As a farm kid, I never knew about skate sharpening. When we were lucky enough to get ice skates they were never sharpened, they were what they were and sometimes you just had to make your own fun.