The Blizzard of 78 anyone?

[tiggger1]

it was my first bday!

 

[crz4mm2]

My baby brother was born during the blizzard of 78. He's been a pita ever since

 

[SunKat]

Did it hit Downstate NY? I was in 7th grade but I don't remember it at all.

It sure did! Montauk Highway in the Sayville area which is four lanes was down to one lane after plowing. My friends and I walked down the middle of the highway, it was like a sidewalk. I remember seeing pictures in Newsday of all the cars abandoned on the LIE. It was right before our President's week winter break so we had extra days off from school.

 

[Alaska DogCat]

I was an a 13 year old radio geek in my basement radio room handling amateur radio and CB radio traffic from around the midwest and locally about the storm.

 

[Fast Pass]

I was in sixth grade in Brockton, Massachusetts. We went on a field trip to Boston and they cut the trip short and rushed us back to school. The schools were let out about an hour early. My big brother came after me and we walked home. A school mate of mine never made it home. He froze to death a few feet from his house.

 

[UrsulasShadow]

I was in sixth grade in Brockton, Massachusetts. We went on a field trip to Boston and they cut the trip short and rushed us back to school. The schools were let out about an hour early. My big brother came after me and we walked home. A school mate of mine never made it home. He froze to death a few feet from his house.

I remember hearing about that...I was next door in East Bridgewater. My BF at the time lived in an apartment complex in Brockton at which a woman died in her car...her tailpipe blocked by the snow.

 

[D&R love Disney]

I remember it well, I was 10 living in Whitman. My Dad worked for the Boston Herald so he had permission to drive. One of the few allowed on the roads, he got to know the police well because he was always being stopped and asked for his authorization code.

I remember the snow in the back yard being higher than the 4' fence. We walked to the local store just to get some supplies.

 

[DVC Kathy]

I remember both storms. It was my first winter after college. For the first one, DH (DBF at the time) had taken me out for a special dinner - don't remember the occasion. There was no sign of snow when we entered the restaurant, but about four inches on the ground when we left. Highly unusual for Philadelphia, especially the heart of the city, to get that much snow that quickly. I spent the night at his place, planning to catch the subway to work the next day.

Woke up to three foot drifts, and Drexel University, where DH worked (and we both had gone to school) was closed. That never happened back then. I called the treasurer of the (very small) company I worked for. I knew I could get to work, but wanted to make sure someone would be there to unlock the place. I woke him up. So DH and I went out to play in the snow and take pictures.

The second storm came in during the work day. I knew I'd be able to get to work, but was worried about getting home. I lived in the hilly outskirts of the city. The treasurer lived in the suburbs out past me, and I knew he'd tell me to hang around and he'd drive me home. I just didn't trust him to know when to leave. Turned out I was right. We heard later that he and a guy from another business left to go home, and couldn't dig out their cars. They ended up sharing a room at a hotel about 10 blocks away.

I remember two other storms more vividly. Christmas eve, 1965. My father was in Vietnam. Our tradition was Christmas eve dinner. My mother basically threw my grandparents out right after dinner, giving them the option of spending the night or going home. All our Christmas presents were at our next door neighbor's house. We lived in a twin home, so the neighbor was close, but the snow had drifted so badly that you just couldn't get through. Mom started shoveling from our front door, and a couple of the neighbors started shoveling the other way. I stood at the front door to grab the bags of presents as they came in. My brothers and I were all very happy on Christmas morning. We had presents to open, snow to play in, and we didn't have to wait till after mass for the fun to start.

The scariest storm I've ever been in was February, 1983. It started snowing in the morning, and the business I worked in closed around noon. One of my co-workers gave me a ride to DH's office, and we started the normally 20 minute drive home. It took four hours. When we drove by Veteran's Stadium on the expressway, we couldn't see it. I kept getting out of the car to clean off the windshield, because the wipers just couldn't keep up.

I like snow storms, but would rather enjoy them from home.

Kathy