Here in NY we have had one of the snowiest Januaries ever. Some folks are tired of the snow. I adore it. It was on December 26, 1947 that Brooklyn received nearly 26 inches of snow in twelve hours, the heaviest snowfall in that borough's history. Myron Uhlberg's Flying Over Brooklyn was inspired by his memories of this white winter wonderland as a boy. Even though I still love snow as an adult I have to admit that no one finds more joy in a new snowfall than a child.
When the narrator is picked up by a gust of wind he goes on a fantastical journey over Brooklyn, taking in the landmarks and experiencing the snow with all of his senses. Brooklyn natives will revel in the home-town references, but a knowledge of the borough is not necessary to enjoy the journey, just a love of snow.
The blue-white glow of snow is marvelously captured in the oil paint illustrations by Gerald Fitzgerald (who lives, of all places, on the Isle of Arran!) and the joy on the face of the boy (and the Steeplechase Man) is enough to make anyone smile.
Well, me at least.
Big Kid says: I love snow.