Here in Michigan we’re getting slammed with a blizzard. Normally blizzards are a normal thing here in the Midwest, but the last few years have seen very warm winters. The current blizzard takes me back to my childhood.
Actually Don Larson took me back to my childhood when he wrote on his site,
How well I remember blizzards from my birth city. The blizzards of January 1967 and January of 1979 where snow was piled 15 feet along the streets for months afterwards and other winters with occasional wind-chill temperatures of -50 and -80 below zero. Brrrr!
I wasn’t born when the 1967 blizzard hit, although I vividly remember my grandparents showing me pictures of the large trees in woods by the back yard that had been toppled by all the snow and ice on them.
The 1979 blizzard, however, was a dream come true to my 11 year old way of thinking. By that time I lived with my grandparents and their house was maybe 20 miles from the nearest small city — nothing was getting through to us. The only real thing to do was go outside and play in snow banks that were three times taller than I was. There is nothing in the world that compares to several acres of 15 foot snow — the snow was so high for a few days that as we walked on top of it we were almost level with the roof of the house.
My brother and I created elaborate tunnels which quickly became competing snow castles and the site of endless snowball fights. It took forever for the snow to melt (at least it seemed like forever.)
Looking back, I’m sure what was the coolest thing in the world to an 11-year-old must have been a nightmare for the adults, but they never let on that it was anything but magical. The snow eventually faded, but not the memories.