Buffalo/Rochester areas had some really nice snowfalls/blizzards in the ‘60s and early ‘70s....never heard of globull warming back then....
Back then, they were predicting an ice age.
I remember driving to Erie in a snow storm. Can’t imagine what it would be like in that amount of snow. Stuck on I-90 comes to mind.
Southern Erie County NY got slammed with 6 feet of snow in Nov. 2016
Erie PA got slammed with 5 feet yesterday.
Most of the time its really nice to live next to the beautiful Great Lakes, but sometimes, there’s a price to pay....
Mom and Dad ran out of smokes so it was a huge crisis. They sent my sister and me to the end of our subdivision to retrieve a "cig care package" that somebody dropped off in our mailbox on the main road. Life was tough back then before global warming ruined everything.
One household here in Park City is doing their part to save winter. Maybe they couldn't think of a good hash tag.
I've seen the pictures. Looked miserable.
Northern Arizona and Northern New Mexico got quite a snowfall/blizzard in December 1967, snow was measured in feet. I was living in Northern AZ on a ranch next to the Navajo Nation at the time and we were snowed in for weeks. My dad and the other cowboys had to work out in that mess to try to keep thousands of cows from dying. Most were saved though.
That is when I found out the government does not view people the same, the National Guard was out to help the Navajos, dropping food and medical supplies, hay for their animals from helicopters. Huge government rescue/relief effort on the reservation. We were right there next door and on our own, as were all the ranchers in the area as far as I know. My parents kept plenty of groceries on hand and medical supplies so that was not an issue. The ranch my dad worked for hired a helicopter to drop hay for their livestock...the government was checking on people all over the reservation and not once did anyone of that large effort check on us.
It was fifty years ago and to me it seems like yesterday. I rode horseback with my dad out in that cold and deep snow, we had to gather the cattle into feeding grounds so the hay could be dropped to them efficiently. The ranch had a cat operator that was breaking trails and had cleared areas for the hay drops, it still took a lot to get the cattle off the fences and to the trails and the hay drops.
I remember that well, growing up a few miles south of Buffalo during the ‘50s and ‘60s. We’d have strangers staying at our house (parsonage) who were made to exit the Thruway during bad blizzards.
Snow storms have always sent me into a panic.