Memories of a Blizzard

January 30, 2008

The anniversary of a momentous event from my childhood just passed unnoticed by me until a friend from high school emailed me a link to a story and slideshow from my hometown newspaper.
At the risk of dating myself, it was thirty years ago this week that the Blizzard of 1978 struck South Bend, Indiana. […]

The anniversary of a momentous event from my childhood just passed unnoticed by me until a friend from high school emailed me a link to a story and slideshow from my hometown newspaper.

At the risk of dating myself, it was thirty years ago this week that the Blizzard of 1978 struck South Bend, Indiana. I’ve heard the storm described as a hurricane over land that dumped something like three feet of snow on us (and we already had a good two feet on the ground!) with winds that gusted up to 60 MPH creating mountainous snow drifts. As a nine-year-old kid, it was a great time to be alive: more than a week off from school and enough snow to create a really cool network of snow forts connected by tunnels – which caused my mother to worry about cave-ins.

A collection of random memories from the Blizzard of ‘78:

  • After it had snowed like crazy for a more than a day and a half, my workaholic dad thinks he’s going to work in the morning. He walks out to the garage, hits the door opener, and as the door goes up, all we see is snow… all the way to the top. Turns out the gale-force winds pushed a drift from the bottom of our driveway up to and over our garage. Awesome. My dad hits the button to put the door back down and walks back in the house without saying a word. That one moment captures the Essence of Dad to me.
  • Mom: Ever prepared. While there were panic-stricken folks all over the city who’d been caught off guard by the ferocity of the storm, my mom went out and stockpiled enough supplies to easily see the five of us through until we got plowed out. She knew what she was doing. As usual.
  • Watching our neighbors walk back to their house after coming over for dinner. Took them like 25 minutes. To get next door.
  • Gladly telling the city plow driver he could use our driveway to turn around. Seriously, that shaved off a good four hours’ worth of shoveling right there.
  • The twins: One of my good friends from high school and my roommate at Indiana University during our freshman year had twin brothers born during the Blizzard. His mother had to be snowmobiled out of their neighborhood and taken to the hospital in one of those big plow trucks. Hard to believe those little kids are thirty years old now.

Having spent the last 11 years in Texas, I don’t often miss the winters back home. But I’ll never forget that one.

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