As the well begins to dry up a bit more and the memories either fade or don't really form themselves into anything coherent or useful, it seems it's almost time to move on from my life on Liszt. This doesn't mean I won't be revisiting when necessity calls and when I can conjure up something with a bit more substance, but it seems that I have a whole lot more vivid past life experiences from when we moved and I, consequently, got a little bit older. In fact, you even get to hear my real-life ghost story which did, eventually, lead to a few others as well. So you're likely going to have to suspend disbelief a little there, unless you already believe... in which case, good for you. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to tie up a loose end before moseying on to greener pastures. And so, I give you: The Blizzard of '78.
I was four. Well, I wasn't even four yet, actually. I would be four in July of that year and the blizzard hit in January. And, from what I'm reading while I write this, just for historical accuracy, it hit on the 25th, 26th, and 27th of that month, just before my brother's first birthday. Hm, I didn't realize that. Anyway... on to what I do remember!
From what I can tell by re-reading, we suffered through roughly 20 inches of snow, and that doesn't account for the blowing and drifting. I do remember some of the drifts reached the roofs of many of the houses in our neighborhood, but weather or not our house was one of them, I can't be sure. If I remember correctly -since my parents speak pretty knowingly about the event- we were likely buried since they had to dig out the front door and actually tunnel to the road. I think all I cared about was just going out and playing in it, and since we had no power and my dad was stuck home from work, we ventures outside and attempted to mole our way to anywhere else.
One thing I do remember is that the corner store (the very store I spoke about when I used to go on candy runs) was open and we needed to go there just to get basic necessities since every major road out into the city was shut down. So we walked what typically would have been a half-mile or so -roughly a block I guess- and under normal circumstances would have taken all of ten minutes, in an hour. I might be exaggerating, but I don't think so. I do remember my dad bringing the shovel and just moving snow as we went. And, since I was in tow and not especially useful as a 3.5 year old, it was a trek. And for some odd reason I remember -among all the other things we got just to get by like milk and bread- getting Mountain Dew in a glass bottle. This was of course back when parents cared a lot less about the acres of sugar that soda offered. It was just a reward for being there, I guess. Anyway, we went back home and watched as other people did the same thing: trudging to the store and returning with bare essentials.
The more I think about it I can't shake the thought that our house was, in fact, buried under a drift because I seem to remember sledding off the roof with... someone. Likely a parent and maybe a friend... I can't be sure but I do remember the sledding part. Our house was a ranch style, so just one level, and I can imagine climbing the drift wouldn't have been too difficult. Hm... anyway... sledding.
Well, if you want to read about the storm, here's the WIKI ENTRY. I'm glad I can remember these things just enough to find most of the info online. It looks like we'll have one more entry from the Liszt years as I'm suddenly recalling a few more little tidbits. So, see ya next time!
I was four. Well, I wasn't even four yet, actually. I would be four in July of that year and the blizzard hit in January. And, from what I'm reading while I write this, just for historical accuracy, it hit on the 25th, 26th, and 27th of that month, just before my brother's first birthday. Hm, I didn't realize that. Anyway... on to what I do remember!
From what I can tell by re-reading, we suffered through roughly 20 inches of snow, and that doesn't account for the blowing and drifting. I do remember some of the drifts reached the roofs of many of the houses in our neighborhood, but weather or not our house was one of them, I can't be sure. If I remember correctly -since my parents speak pretty knowingly about the event- we were likely buried since they had to dig out the front door and actually tunnel to the road. I think all I cared about was just going out and playing in it, and since we had no power and my dad was stuck home from work, we ventures outside and attempted to mole our way to anywhere else.
One thing I do remember is that the corner store (the very store I spoke about when I used to go on candy runs) was open and we needed to go there just to get basic necessities since every major road out into the city was shut down. So we walked what typically would have been a half-mile or so -roughly a block I guess- and under normal circumstances would have taken all of ten minutes, in an hour. I might be exaggerating, but I don't think so. I do remember my dad bringing the shovel and just moving snow as we went. And, since I was in tow and not especially useful as a 3.5 year old, it was a trek. And for some odd reason I remember -among all the other things we got just to get by like milk and bread- getting Mountain Dew in a glass bottle. This was of course back when parents cared a lot less about the acres of sugar that soda offered. It was just a reward for being there, I guess. Anyway, we went back home and watched as other people did the same thing: trudging to the store and returning with bare essentials.
The more I think about it I can't shake the thought that our house was, in fact, buried under a drift because I seem to remember sledding off the roof with... someone. Likely a parent and maybe a friend... I can't be sure but I do remember the sledding part. Our house was a ranch style, so just one level, and I can imagine climbing the drift wouldn't have been too difficult. Hm... anyway... sledding.
Well, if you want to read about the storm, here's the WIKI ENTRY. I'm glad I can remember these things just enough to find most of the info online. It looks like we'll have one more entry from the Liszt years as I'm suddenly recalling a few more little tidbits. So, see ya next time!
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