Nemo has been making me remember the big blizzard of my youth. I look about ten, so it would be – 1973. We got a foot overnight. So nice when the internet confirms my reality.
Of course in my mind I am six and that yardstick is totally covered.
I also recall the St.Louis Blizzard in ’82, when they closed UMSL for a week. Fabulous. I hated going back.
2 responses to “The Big Snow of My Youth”
What a pretty coat you are wearing. Did your mother sew it for you?
Hattie – that coat was orange.so orange I was convinced this was a color photo before I saw it. I don’t know where Mom got it. You can see the clasp on top was still there but the clasp over my belly had already popped off.