No more ‘Say it isn’t snow,’ please

“Say it isn’t snow” was the way Jenna Wolfe of the “Today Show,” started the program last Sunday morning.

It took me a sleepy half second to realize that she was doing a play on words, making it “snow” rather than the old “say it isn’t so.” She was doing this regarding the weather that was taking place outside our window and throughout Ohio, New York and Pennsylvania.

Since the Smithfield Christian Church had not called off its services, we dressed in warm clothes and glided up to High Street. Our pastor, Wilford Simeral, had a slippery slope to travel from Harrisville but made it just 6 minutes late for the service.

It was a brief service, as we were all anxious to see that our pastor got home safely. In the hour and a half that we were gone from our house, the road had become very snowy and slick.

I don’t understand why, but the slope that we called Burkett’s hill many years ago, had a young man plodding up the center of the road. He didn’t seem to hear us coming so we had to stop, asking where he was heading and maybe we could take him to his destination. He pointed across the street, so we let him go on his way.

We had to back up for a run at the hill, as we were slipping and sliding. We couldn’t make it on the first try. Lamont backed far down the road and started on a fast clip and halfway up got to slipping and sliding again. But we made it to our driveway and almost slid into the ditch by our house. Neither of us can remember not being able to navigate that hill in all the years we have lived on county Road 20.

I spent the hours inside on Sunday looking at family albums and found a picture of my neice, Misty McHugh, and my nephew, Andy Toth, standing by a plowed pile of snow that was at least twice as tall as their 3 or 4-foot height.

This was in 1978, and I don’t think that we were even amazed by all the snow. It just happened each year, and we dealt with it or stayed home. This year is showing us that the snow can be a hindrance for traveling or it can be beauty when looking out from a window.


I got an e-mail from Amanda Grafton Wood about the Purple Circle 4-H Club having a spaghetti dinner on April 5.

It is so nice when the young people I would see go through the 10 or 12 years of 4-H, go to college and come back and serve as 4-H leaders to another set of young people. It is like the birds returning home to roost.

Getting on with the spaghetti dinner, it will be held from 3 p.m. to 7 p.m. at the East Springfield Community Center. It will be pasta, salad, dessert and drink for $7 for those age 11 and older. Those 10 and under can eat for $4.

Amanda makes the most wonderful coconut cream pie in this world, and I asked if there might be one there for my enjoyment, and she said replied, “Maybe.” I sure hope so.

This past week was Ohio 4-H Week, and our Jefferson County clubs celebrated by wearing their 4-H T-shirts to school and going out to decorate a business window proclaiming the benefits of the organization.


Speaking of sweets earlier, I received a fancy jar filled with Expresso Beans from Edward Marc Chocolatier, in business since 1914, for a trial sample.

I brought them to work, and all who liked the flavor of coffee thought they were wonderful. The crunchy coffee beans were covered in dark chocolate, healthy to start with, so the doctors say. You had to crunch into them. If you let all the chocolate melt away in your mouth, you were left with a coffee bean that bordered on the taste of a strong cup of coffee.

They were different, and something I would buy as it seems they would be less costly in calories than chocolate covered nuts.


I had time to study my refrigerator last Sunday to pass the time as well as look at photo albums and realized I had a whole history of family and friends displayed.

Our grandkids are plastered on the fridge from babyhood through sports, through many grades of school. Likewise nephews and neices, such as Tom and Kerry Toth; Dathan and Garren McHugh; Barry and Amanda McCoy; and a younger generation of relatives, including Nola Toth, Hayden McCoy and Brian and Michelle Toth’s twins and daughter.


Like John Travolta at the Oscars, I called someone by a name other than their own in a photo identification. This was in my column last Sunday.

Jim Everson, Zone 5 chairman, was misnamed Jeffrey Schuetz, and Schuetz was not pictured at all. I corrected this so I hope I am now forgiven, although not one person called to point out the mistake.

Thank you for being so gracious, gentlemen, and Clara Sue Milewsky who was posing happily in both for photos for me.

Like Travolta said in his apology and the words of the winning Oscar song, “Let it Go.”

(McCoy, a resident of Smithfield, is food editor and a staff columnist for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at