tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post6730247988364133410..comments2023-05-24T09:41:52.181-04:00Comments on Running In the Yard Next Door: Tales From The Blizzard of '78 (Michigan version)Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-12342605986610701692015-02-11T17:43:58.714-05:002015-02-11T17:43:58.714-05:00Yeah, Buffalo is a special kind of place. The sad ...Yeah, Buffalo is a special kind of place. The sad part is they ain't getting credit for their 8 feet due to some technicality so some podunk in Colorado still holds the record for snowfall. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-77178346129468448952015-02-09T11:45:17.053-05:002015-02-09T11:45:17.053-05:00Well, in our part of Michigan, 18 inches counts as...Well, in our part of Michigan, 18 inches counts as a blizzard. Up in the Keweenaw Peninsula, where they average well over 200 inches a winter (and 300 inches is not unheard-of), it's just another winter's day. . .<br /><br />I recall one time in my growing-up years Up North, where we got 42 inches in a week (24 on Monday/Tuesday, and 18 more on Thursday). It got to where we had to throw the snow over our heads, just to clear the driveway. . .<br /><br />But then, I hear about things like Buffalo and the 8-foot snowfall they had earlier this winter, and I just shudder. . .Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-4118949543923810322015-02-08T21:50:24.098-05:002015-02-08T21:50:24.098-05:0018 inches qualifies as a blizzard? I guess, to eac...18 inches qualifies as a blizzard? I guess, to each his own ;-)<br /><br />Then again, my first 6 years we lived near the top of the hill in an old farm house. The drifts behind the mud room came almost to the roof line so we'd climb out the 2nd story window, walk across the roof and jump. Just, you know, don't tell Mom. She's made enough at me as it is .....<br /><br />In the suburbs we had snows around 18 inches every few years . Since I was a lad we've measured snow falls of 20 inches or more 5 times if you include the day I was born. Unfortunately our local National weather station is on a hill that never seems to get as cold, as hot, or as much snow as the rest of the area. Our best snow totalled 30 inches back in, I believe, 1994 or so but on top of the hill they barely scratched 22 inches. <br /><br />My lawn tractor dropped its transmission at the start and one of our cars got stuck in a 6 foot snow drift behind the house for about a month. On the other hand the drifting was tall enough the kids could sled in our yard and they had the most awesome snow fort. Oh, and our roof didn't cave in .....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-20743225967438609032015-02-05T17:09:10.055-05:002015-02-05T17:09:10.055-05:00Who knows? If your town got what we got, it would...Who knows? If your town got what we got, it wouldn't have mattered how hard-core your district was; no-one could've moved (unless, you know, beer was involved). You just might not have gotten the brunt of the storm like we did. . .<br /><br />And I was trying to pay you a teasing compliment about how youthful you are. . .<br /><br />;)Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-59418383360047562302015-02-05T15:43:53.153-05:002015-02-05T15:43:53.153-05:009th grade? It's weird that I don't remembe...9th grade? It's weird that I don't remember it. I'm wondering if our district even canceled school. We were always the ones who never shut down.Bijouxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05788630004051883635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-70837460772195314442015-02-05T11:44:33.678-05:002015-02-05T11:44:33.678-05:00That is so hilarious, Jim!
Jumping out a second-s...That is so hilarious, Jim!<br /><br />Jumping out a second-story window into a snowbank, wonderful. . . Charging kids a nickel for the privilege. . . pure genius. . .Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-847154865828753202015-02-05T11:41:53.847-05:002015-02-05T11:41:53.847-05:00I'm sure you were just too young to remember i...I'm sure you were just too young to remember it. . .<br /><br />;)Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-55259658967566794742015-02-05T11:41:20.753-05:002015-02-05T11:41:20.753-05:00Just like I've never had the pleasure of an ea...Just like I've never had the pleasure of an earthquake. . .<br /><br />;)Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-42557929803717582842015-02-05T11:40:25.118-05:002015-02-05T11:40:25.118-05:00At least, you hope it's temporary. . .
;)At least, you hope it's temporary. . .<br /><br />;)Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-72833363479068047102015-02-04T23:02:17.546-05:002015-02-04T23:02:17.546-05:00Couple of great tales there. The one about jumping...Couple of great tales there. The one about jumping into the drifts reminds me of a story My Mom tells.<br /><br />When she was a kid, there was a huge blizzard and the drifts were four or five feet high at her home. She had an older sister and a younger brother. Those two were charging neighborhood kids a nickel each to jump from their second story window, until their mother (my grandmother) caught them at it.<br /><br />The imagination paints a wonderful picture. There's my grandmother, doing chores in the kitchen or whatever, and FLUMPF - some kid goes flying by the window into the snow. She rubs her eyes, says to herself, "No, I must have been imagining th..." and FLUMPF - another kid lands in the snow. She then goes outside to look and - FLUMPF - another kid almost crowns her. She yells up at the window "Stop that!" while another kid, who paid his nickel, is teetering on the edge of the windowsill.<br /><br />I never did ask if my grandma made them give back the nickels...Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-20163373535337013272015-02-04T13:52:25.666-05:002015-02-04T13:52:25.666-05:00I often read articles about it, but for some compl...I often read articles about it, but for some completely bizarre reason, I have no recollection of it. My husband said he remembers his dad coming home from work and getting stuck about a mile away and walking home in his dress shoes.Bijouxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05788630004051883635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-51747711603201248722015-02-04T09:59:48.815-05:002015-02-04T09:59:48.815-05:00Somehow I'm not upset that never had the oppor...Somehow I'm not upset that never had the opportunity to enjoy a blizzard.<br />But seeing how the folks in my usual environment deal with even a couple of inches of the white crap...(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-61340941021785536722015-02-04T08:54:53.029-05:002015-02-04T08:54:53.029-05:00Ah good times! Assuming of course you were lucky ...Ah good times! Assuming of course you were lucky enough to survive the temporary ignorance of youth.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.com