Posted by Barb
on Thursday, March 22nd 2018:
In Reply to: Re: Blizzard of 1947 posted by Flatbush Kid on Wednesday, March 21st 2018:
Aah! I remember it well. My little sister Pamela (about 3 years old) got lost in the snow. No one could find her, and we other kids got yelled at for "losing" her by my mother. The sidewalk had been shoveled, and she was quickly discovered right around the corner. No one could see her because the drifts and snow-piles were so high. We "older" kids were in charge of her. ("Older" - maybe I was four.) Meanwhile, my mother and her brother, Uncle Joe, built an "igloo" in our side yard. We had a great time playing in our little ice house despite the scolding for losing Pamela.
I think this storm started sometime close to Christmas because teen-aged Uncle Joe was visiting and had read "Twas the Night Before Christmas" to us as a bedtime story, and I think it was snowing. By the way, whenever I think of the '47 Blizzard and snow, it brings up images of "Randy" (Ralphie's little brother from "A Christmas Story") all bundled up in his snowsuit, mittens, leggings, woolen hat, scarves, and galoshes waddling and struggling to walk. That's how we got ready to venture out in the snow in those days. I get bug-eyed when I see my grandsons prancing around in polo shirts and shorts nowadays in this weather.
Speaking of blizzards, an old family story from the Great Blizzard of 1886 or '87.(?): My paternal grandmother's family had just emigrated from Bavaria (southern Germany) that winter. They were living in the Flatbush area in a second-story apartment at that time. When my grandmother's grandmother opened the window the next morning after the blizzard hit, and the snow had drifted up to the second floor (now that's high!). They say she had a heart attack, thinking it was the end of the world. She'd not seen much snow having lived in that part of the world.
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