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I was in the 8th grade in 1978. The year of the blizzard. The blizzard to which all other Indiana winter storms are compared and probably will be for the next generation to come.
I don't remember much about the storm. After all, I was a "junior high" student then, and I am sure I had more important things to remember than storms. Like bad haircuts! I don't remember being out of school, the minus 50 degrees wind chill, or the whole state being shut down.
Instead, I remember the images. I remember the snow drifts taller than me, and the snow piled high on the street. We lived on a busy street in town--a snow emergency route--so our street was one of the first to be cleared. I remember my parents not going to work, which was not something they did often.
This weekend, 48 years to the day, we had another storm. The snowfall was close to the 1978 storm in my area with about 14 inches. It wasn't as catastrophic as '78, but it was still significant. But that amount was the most we have had since then. For some, it would be considered historic.
As I see pictures of younger children in this year's storm, I have to wonder how social media will affect their memories and if they will be talking about it like we did in 1978. Will they be mesmerized by the amount of snow and how the town was shut down? Will they remember the empty shelves in the store? Will they remember having eLearning days instead of snow days? Will they even know what a true snow day was?
Sadly, I don't think it will be quite the same.
This was our second 12+ inch storm this year and the playground is magical! There are mountains of plowed up snow and the kids are all over them, having the time of their lives! (This is despite the fact that the feels like temp is in the single digits!) I am SO thankful that we have "true" snow days still in my district. I might not feel that way come June, but for now, it's working for me!
ReplyDeleteThis was our first significant snow storm in several years. As we sat at the dining room table with a cup of coffee we watched the snow fall heavily and we watched two stout hearted kids sledding . I couldn’t help but think that at their age I would probably have been outside as well. Now, I will sit and watch out the window. Arjeha
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