This was the 1966 Blizzard that hit Washington DC. The picture is somewhere in Arlington, and considering how small Arlington County is it can't be far from my old neighborhood.
An inch of snow could cause trouble there and this storm dropped 3 feet all at once. A Washington Post driver had been out in it and simply abandoned his truck on our street and walked home. Everything came to a standstill for about three days.
This was my last snowfall before moving to Southern California. I'm still waiting for it to snow here but so far no such luck.
The street I described in my comment was narrow with 3 story row houses on both sides. I think it was drifts that completely buried the cars parked on each side. Earlier that day I had decided to go for a walk to see what it was like. It was intense, and I had a water bottle and snack with me and 3 layers of clothes and mittens. My husband said I was crazy, but I said I loved snow. When I was 9 or 10 in NJ, my mom would dress me warmly and give me a bag of food and drink and I and my sled would be gone until almost dark enjoying the hills on the golf course.
SoCal? Head for the mountains, I hear they have big snows sometimes.