This past week, our part of the country has experienced … well, not a blizzard. Just shy of that (I have been reminded that, technically, a blizzard is not about the snow but about the wind speed and visibility). But we did get over a foot of snow and two days of temps that never rose about zero. School canceled, all week.
It’s been bad. But not nearly as “bad” as that most famous of all weather events I’ve lived through, the blizzard of 78. I was 13 years old, and we lived in southern Indiana. Here are some pictures, to help you relive (or experience for the first time) that event:
Here’s a view of the back yard. Towards the center left of the photo, you can see the end of the clothesline. We thought it was great that we could walk over it! Also the rabbit cage — although during the blizzard, the normally-outdoor pets were brought into the garage.
Here’s a view of the street in front of our house. Mom notes that the car there is on the street, and was drifted in place for two days. This was a pretty main street, so I guess it was virtually impassable for 48 hours or so.
Finally, here are my two sisters, my mom, and me, posing after church in front of a big pile of snow across the street from our house. We have home movies of us kids pulling a yardstick out of the snow piles to show how deep they were. I see that the blizzard was Jan. 25-27, a Wednesday through Friday, so this was the following Sunday.
I remember school being cancelled for many days, and the neat thing about missing school back then was that there weren’t make-up days. If you missed it, you missed it!
Something related that I’m recalling is that while I was in junior high (grades 7-8; now this is called “middle school”), for a period of several weeks we went to school 2 or 3 hours late each day and had cold lunches each day (I remember the cafeteria’s “fluffernutter sandwiches” – peanut butter and marshmallow cream – yum!). This was because of a coal strike – maybe this one? I was very happy about the shortened school days, because it limited my time in gym class (the bane of my existence).
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~From the movie An Affair to Remember
Did you live through the Blizzard of 1978? If so, what do you remember?