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. I see that the blizzard was Jan. 25-27, a Wednesday through Friday, so this was the following Sunday.
We missed many days of school due to all the snow and mess, and back then we didn’t have to make up snow days. Woo hoo!
Did you live through the Blizzard of 1978? If so, how does it compare to the weather events of this week?