Blizzard of 1978

I remember hearing the news about the huge snow predicted for our area and was hoping for a snow day, but I did not believe it because Indiana wasn’t known for huge snowfall amounts.  My father was on the fire department and was on duty the 24-hours previous, and there was no time prepare for the coming snow storm.

On the morning of the blizzard, there was very little food in the house.  We were all quite hungry, but not as much as we were in awe when we looked out the window, and saw the heavy blanket of snow. There was no way either one of the cars could be moved out of the driveway because the snow covered half the garage.

My father arrived home by emergency vehicle from the fire department, and quickly made plans to get food for us, but he would not be able to take the car.The only way he could get food was to walk through many feet of snow a few blocks away to the neighborhood Dietz Market, (Dietz Market was an old “Mom and Pop” type of a grocery store) and use a sled to bring the groceries home. However, he first had to dig his way to the garage  just to be able  to retrieve the sled.

He took the old  Radio Flyer sled with the wooden slats and the red metal blades, and pulled it behind him. He put a big box on top of the sled to carry groceries back.  I watched from the window as he walked down the long street, he seemed to disappear into the snow pulling the sled behind.

Outside it looked uncertain as I watched spurts of snowfall and the evergreen being weighed down with the mounds of snow. I went outside, even though dad told me not to. He didn’t want me to follow him as I might get lost in the deep snow. I looked down the street for him as far as I could see and I noticed every car appeared hidden by the snow.

The cars looked like igloos, and the tree limbs were bending almost to the point of splitting. The sun was breaking through the clouds. There was such an eerie quiet punctuated by sounds of ice crystals hitting the windows and the eerie echo of those who ventured out to shovel snow. It was unimaginable to me that so much snow could fall in such a short time.

My sister, mother and I had set the table for breakfast and were waiting for father to return. I kept looking out the window  until I saw him coming down the street. I saw that my father had many bags of groceries, you could see bread, cereal, donuts at the top of the box plus he was carrying a bag.   In no time he arrived, and we helped him carry the groceries inside, and Mother started breakfast for all of us.

We could have been very upset for not buying the food and preparing for the blizzard, but it ended up being quite the adventure for all of us. Breakfast was made and we sat in front of the fireplace afterwards with cocoa and watched movies, played monopoly, and told stories. My mother cooked a big, delicious breakfast.  I remember having sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, cream gravy, fried potatoes, fried apples, and homemade biscuits. It was the best breakfast; I guess because we were all safe and warm together.

The next few days everyone was digging out, and the roads were iced over thick. My sister and I ice skated for blocks up and down the street. We must have been the only ones with ice skates because no one else came out to skate with us. They did come out to watch us, but not to skate.

Our family took what could have been a bad day and made an exciting adventure out of it. My family was like that. We always turned things around and had many good times together. This is one good family time I will never forget

 

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  1. What a great adventure with a loving family. I, too, can remember the heavy snow that year and being stranded at home in the country. We were lucky to have mom and dad living down the road as they had a coal furnace, gas stove for cooking and plenty of canned food from the summer crops. Thanks for the memories.

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