early 19th century (originally US, denoting a violent blow): of unknown origin.


How about that,  Unknown origin, but apparently first used in the USA.  Huh.

Well, I spent a lot of my growing up years in southern Minnesota, so I know about blizzards.  Hoo boy.  Cold, cold.  Lots of wind.  We lived in an old farmhouse across the road from a corn field.  The wind would come charging from the northwest,  whistling across that empty winter field, and find a way to dig its icy fingers into every tiny  opportunity.

Image result for southern Minnesota blizzards, 1965

The sound of the wind against the windows, and then the never-ending clatter of the snow thrown by the wind, would always make me hope for a snow day when I woke up.

Almost never happened.  It was a little farm town, and farmers are a tough breed.  The only real concession was the year it stormed every weekend in March (1965).  It would start snowing around noon, and we could expect an early dismissal.  The farm kids had to be safe home before there was any chance of a bus getting into trouble.

By the time the blizzard was done, and the wind had done its work, we could walk from housetop  to housetop on the piled up snow.

While it was still snowing, there were plenty of times we literally couldn’t see more than a foot or so ahead.  It could be really dangerous, and there were some awful stories of people being stranded in their cars with no one knowing where they were, no able to rescue them.

I don’t miss all that.  Here in my corner of PA, we do have some heavy snow at times.  Some people call them blizzards, but the area here is too hilly to allow for that horrendous wind to drive the snow like a weapon.  It does get thick, but I’ve never seen a whiteout here like I remember back in my teen years.

Of course, memory can fail 🙂

RDP: Blizzard


3 thoughts on “Memories

  1. Enjoyed your little stroll (or, as the Brits say, troll) down Memory Lane. 🙂

    We got some serious blizzards here in the 40s + 50s, too. Bob’s mom had a photo of a “lost” train being dug out after a storm buried it under six feet of snow. I remember blizzards in the late 60s where travelers were stranded overnight in our little highway-side cafe. Back in my mid-teens we had some summer heat waves with temps over 100F, I remember days of 107F even.

    So there may be some sort of climate change going on — at least I sure hope so! — because the weather does seem more moderate in the past 25 years. This could also be due to more development, dams, etc, which does affect weather patterns. Or maybe the winds of El Nino have shifted? Better weather forecasting helps: trains and people maybe stay home when storms are predicted. At any rate, I’m thankful we haven’t seen those drastic extremes in recent years.

    Although this winter has started with snow unusually early. Hmm…

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