My last year living in Arlington we had the Blizzard of 1966 which dumped 2-3 feet of snow in one giant storm.
Just two inches could bring everything in DC to a dead stop and this did it for days. A Washington Post delivery driver simply gave up and abandoned his truck in the middle of our street and walked home. Probably a wise choice.
We had had other big snows before but this was the biggest that I remember. An earlier one in maybe 1957 knocked our power out and the only heat in our house was the gas oven. At least in 1966 we didn’t freeze.
I remember that one. The snow was really, really deep -- I was just 5 years old.
I remember that one.
My husband and I were just talking about our favorite memories of snow; and we both loved the way it made everything so quiet. But one thing I really miss is the occasional jingle of tire chains on cars going by. We never hear that in this area anymore.