Today is the 34th anniversary of the Blizzard of ’78. Wow, 34 years. I remember I made a tunnel with my brother from our back door to our sandbox. How were an almost 4 and almost 2-year-old able to make a tunnel, I’m not sure, but I do have vague memories of it. I also remember running out of Teddy Peanut Butter and walking in middle of the street to get to Almacs.
When my father passed away we were going through all his photos (he was a photographer and had a darkroom in the basement when I was growing up) and came across some he took during the blizzard. It was the first time any of us ever saw the photos. I’m glad I scanned them when I did because I’m not sure if the originals survived the fire.
The Scottie that’s running on the left side of bottom photo is Jennie McWaggit. My parents got her a few months after I was born. She was the best dog ever.