The woods around Connie Parkman may have been lovely, dark and deep. But she had snowshoes on her feet — and miles to go before she’d sleep. Or maybe not. Connie, 15, played with her friends in the snow on Sunday, Jan. 27, 1963, after nearly a foot of snow fell. Cold and snowy days that month convinced some people to smile at winter’s shenanigans. They brought toboggans and sleds to Central Park and rode the snow-covered hills. They used excess snow for snowmen and snow dogs. They laced up skates and cut up the ice. They prepared for ski expeditions.