I obviously don’t need to worry about them now, but I was in the blizzard of 1966 in Northern Va.  That page says there were 8-10 foot drifts in the suburbs.  That’s true.  I delivered Sunday a.m. papers, and that week I didn’t even see those papers till the following Wednesday.

It looks like we’re up for a foot or so here in Northern Va.  That’s enough to shut the place down for a couple of days.

Gulp. Blizzard warning now in effect and snow accumulations upped to 20-30 inches. I guess this would be the morning to go buy the obligatory batteries, bread, and milk.

The Blizzard of 1966 happened exactly on my 12th birthday. Imagine my mother’s delight when she had a small party of girls snowed in at the house for four days. With no power or heat.

I also recall a ridiculous winter in Rochester, NY sometime during the mid to late 70s. I don’t think it ever stopped snowing that year. The snow along the sides of the city streets were way over my head. Standing in my house, I couldn’t see anything but the roof lines of the houses across the street. Dump trucks came along at night to gather up what the snow plows scraped off the streets to go dump in the Genesee River. There was literally no place left for the snow to go.

Winter. It’s great fun!

It’s a shame, however, that this storm couldn’t have made its way to Northern Virginia and environs about 2 days earlier.

Grins.  Now, now.  Your partisanship is showing.

That was the only redeeming feature of watching the whole inauguration for us: seeing Washington in snow.  We’ve only been back there a few times since we left in 1968.

Think it was 78’ - last to leave work in NH, to head to MA, snow up to mid door, left it there, called taxie to hotel. Next day was over roof on a spider. Roads closed in MA for a week or more, think I spent weekend in hotel.

Actually, I think this guy mentioned something about thunder in a blizzard during his talk, about his hiking trek on the Continental Divide.

I remember the one in the late 70s.  I couldn’t have named the year, but it was probably 1978.  My father kept the sidewalk through the back yard from the house to the garage shoveled… And the sidewalk was like a hallway, the snow on either side being twice my height, from the snow itself and what was shoveled to the sides.  Though I should mention that in 1978, I may have only been 3 ft. tall at the time.  haha.

The blizzard of 1993 was pretty impressive.  And so was the flood a few weeks later.  (Same with 1996.) In 1993, me & my friends walked around town, and we had to walk on the streets, because they were the only thing the plows were clearing, and on the sidewalks, the fresh untouched snow was up to the top of my thighs… except that could’ve been from drift as well.  The storm in January 2000 was impressive enough that it was indirectly responsible for my father’s death.

At any rate, it’s been snowing every other day, and people are still going nuts when they forecast a storm.

I think there were a couple of consecutive years with blizzards in the late 70s—one centered on Buffalo/Rochester (and when those cities can’t handle the snow, that’s a lot of snow), the other in New England.  I lived in Louisville those years, and recall the city shutting down due to a heavy snow ... I walked to some friends’ house to play bridge, right down the middle of a completely empty four-lane street.

Back to the original issue of thunder… I think I heard it once, during the big snowstorm that hit Portsmouth the day before the movers were supposed to show up to pack me up for the trip to Seattle.  Saw lightning too, I think.  That was March, 2001.