"Gee Mom; March is a punk month for a birthday. You can't have a sleigh ride because the snow's gone. You can't have a picnic 'cause it's too cold. I wish my birthday came some other month."

Nine-year-old Chuck pressed his snub nose against the windowpane as he looked out at the bleak day. "If it were near the end of March maybe the weather would be halfway decent but March 6th that's awful."

"We can always have an indoor party and play games, Chuck,” I suggested brightly. "Yeah we've done that at every birthday party all winter. The fellows are all tired of that."
"There must be something we can do for the boys on your birthday that would be fun." We both looked out at the tree tops bending low in the strong March wind. I had a thought. It'll soon be kite time. "Chuck, why not have a kite party?"

Chuck looked up with a pleased grin. "A kite party! What'd you know? Well it's different anyway. What's the idea?"

That was the beginning of Chuck's kite party given in the blustery month of March, when it's too raw and disagreeable to give a party outside and yet not wintry enough for a skating or sleigh-ride party. "First come the invitations. Let's have them different too." Chuck had forgotten his disgust and the plans were on. From the dime store we bought white cards three by five inches and cut them kite-shaped. The invitations read:
Kite time is here. Come to Chuck's party Friday night after school.

An address and stamp on the reverse side and the invitations were ready for the mail. Curiosity ran high with the crowd. What was going to happen? This sounds like fun. Ahead of party time Chuck bought a supply of balsam wood from which he cut thin strips to be used for the frames. Then we laid in a supply of bright-colored crepe paper, a jar of paste and plenty of strong string. We were all set for the excited crowd that arrived breathlessly after school. On birthday party nights boys always run all the way from school to get to the party quickly. No time to waste when a party is on.

As soon as the boys had gathered Chuck showed his guests a kite he had made as an experiment and then told the boys if they would like to build kites the "makings" were in the basement. In less time than it takes to tell the crowd was downstairs looking over the material, fingering the saws and setting up shop on a sturdy apple crate.

As kite time started all the boys run to the party place and made their own kite with a great excitement. The Kite party in windy season chill them out with excitement.