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View Diary: The Ghost of Snowstorms Past: Remembering The Blizzard of 1978 (184 comments)

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  •  I was in France then, so (0+ / 0-)

    while I was not caught in this blizzard, I can tell you that the winter of 1978 was one of the very coldest on record where I was (NE in Metz, near the German border). I'd have to dig out my (sigh, yes, mormon) missionary journal to check to see if the dates coincide, but during that January my companion and I went on foot to the "hypermarché" (giant supermarket) on the outskirts of town to shop.

    On our way back, plowing through the drifted snow, I started to freeze. I even sat down in the snow and my companion had to nag and cajole me to get me moving again. We got back to our apartment and then came the excruciating process of literally thawing out. The pain of my fingers and toes coming back to life (fortunately not being frostbit) made me scream. My companion had been an ER nurse before signing up for missionary service, and there really wasn't much she could do except encourage me to keep my extremities in the tepid water despite the pain.

    Not fun.

    My U.S. blizzard story was in the early 1990s (probably 1993, though I'd have to look it up) — Mr Mo and I were living in Pittsburgh and we'd gone to Wash DC for the weekend to participate in a symposium, leaving our 3 kids at home (with a nice young couple babysitting them). The blizzard blew in on Saturday and closed all the interstates. We were lucky that we had a place to stay and that our car had 4-wheel drive. Another fellow from da Burgh had driven his own car down to DC and he had to leave it in the parking lot and ended up throwing himself on the hospitality of our hosts.

    We got home two days later than anticipated. Fortunately, our babysitters were able to accommodate our situation. (Only glitch was that our youngest managed to lock herself in the bathroom and the sitters had to call the fire dept. to get her out… but that's a tale for another time.)

    We always, always, always try to keep some food and water and TP and other necessaries (including a little cash) on hand here in France and in our rental apartment in Berlin. And in our car, too (which also has a thermal blanket and such). One never knows.

    Thanks for this!

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