I had to relocate the sleigh ride from a remote area of the village just to photograph it. It reminds me of several stories from my great-grandfather’s and his sister’s diaries about sleigh rides with their friends in Naperville, Illinois, coming home so cold that their frozen fingers couldn’t unbutton their coats and wraps. After one nighttime ride, their father said that they must not have much to do to go out on a night like that.
The rider racing with the sleigh reminds me of another of their stories. Their parents had taken their new carriage out for the day, and the sister and brother decided that it would be fun to race their ponies down the main street in Naperville. Needless to say, townspeople told their parents, and they were in big trouble!