Blizzard of 1978
Picture from the Blizzard of '78
I survived the blizzard of 1978. For those not old enough to remember, the blizzard hit the Northeast with a vengeance beginning February 5, 1978 and ending on February 7, 1978.
I was pregnant with my first child at the time. Staying in a tiny apartment nearly drove me crazy, so as soon as I could, I was out the door, waddling down the street. (Really, at 8+ months pregnant, I waddled...even looked like a penguin with a big gray overcoat just barely covering my tummy.)
What a joy it was to walk the streets with no traffic! Everything was covered in crystal white snow. The sounds were muted. The air smelled clean and crisp. It was an experience I will never forget.
Yesterday, we had the first real Nor'easter of the year. Over 18 inches of snow fell in less than 24 hours. After spending yesterday watching the world turn white outside my window, I couldn't wait to get outside this morning.
Neighbor's Barn in Snow - January 2011
As I walked through town, I remembered the blizzard of 1978 and how the following month my life changed forever when the first of my four daughters was born...how over the past 30-plus years so many beautiful moments have stopped me in my tracks...and, how now as a grandmother of five, I still love walking in the early morning after a blizzard.