Memories of snow as a child, and snow as an adult.

I was thinking about our snow storm of earlier this year, we were locked in our house for four days and then basically like the rest of the area slogging through melting snow for about 8 more days. It was a mess coming down, a mess on the ground and a mess melting. One of those things that you can look back on and say I was there. But not one of those things that while it was happening you stopped, and said I am here.

As a child I loved snow. As an adult I dread snow. What a difference time makes.


This image from the “Blizzard of 2007” while we lived in Greenwood Indiana. A solid 15 inches of snow that took us two days to clear enough to get out of the driveway (we had a double entrance driveway in Greenwood). Like the storm this year the aftermath was worse than the actual moment. There is something nice about sitting in your living room as the snow is falling, a blazing fire to keep you warm. Going out to shovel the snow, not so much. Watching it melt and flood the neighborhood not so much either but it is what it is.


Another view from the 2007 storm. Snow is so beautiful. When I was little and we were heading to see my grandparents I couldn’t wait. If there was snow on the ground I was outdoors the whole day sledding down the big hill to the lake. I would spend hours out there. If it wasn’t snowing, I was in the lake or on the lake Fishing and Swimming. I wasn’t indoors much when I was at my grandparents house and I was younger. Funny story when I was running many years ago, I stayed with my grandparents. I actually ran all the way to London (Wisconsin). It was a nice 8 mile run (there and back). London was much smaller than Cambridge.


This last image from the storm here in the DC area 2016. A little more snow, so it lasted a few more days than the storm in 2007 did. It snowed solid for two days. 34 inches of snow on the ground. It took us two days to get to the end of the driveway. Then another day to clear the driveway after the snowplow came through (day 4).

Lot’s of snow, so pretty now. Not so much at the time it fell.

I don’t have many pictures of the epic blizzard of 1977 in Bloomington Indiana. That one actually froze the pipes in my parents house. While it had less snow (22 inches) it was far worse than the storm in 2016. There were 6-8 days of wind chills below zero that followed the snow. But like I said no good pictures of the snow. That was long before digital images! Plus I can’t find any slides or pictures my dad took of the event.


wistful snow memory day

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