By Richard Wieber (Flarich) on Thursday, February 6, 2014 - 02:49 pm:
I remember that storm of 1938 very well. I was seven years old and did we have fun. Went out the second floor window with a piece of cardboard and slid all the way down to the ground off the porch roof. Mother got tired of us getting a full of snow and then tracking in the front door, up the stairs, into a bedroom, and out the window over and over again. During that storm one of our tall blue spruces blew over the path from the front door to the street. Dad was a tall man and had to duck under the trunk of that tree for days before he had that piece of the tree cut away. Have trouble remembering yesterday but remember that storm and all the fun.
By Therese (Therese) on Thursday, February 6, 2014 - 04:22 pm:
In 2001i was living in the northern tip of the Lower and it
snowed 90 inches in 36 hours. No wind, no drifts, just 90
inches of lake effect. Ten miles north of me the fields were
bare.