I remember the Blizzard of '78 quite well! It was not predicted to be a blizzard. just a snowstorm, and a few flakes had just started to fall that afternoon as I was getting of the late bus with a neighbor (we had both stayed after school for some activity). I turned to her and said, "I hope we have a blizzard!"

Two days later, when we had shovelled enough to see across the street, her first words to me were, "This is YOUR fault!"

True story!

Dad was stuck at work for 4 days, the roads were closed for 7. But as he was a stationary engineer, he was allowed on the road at the 4-day mark; people like having electricity! Lady's Human and I shovelled out the end of the driveway enough for him to pull his truck in, and where he stopped, the snow in front of the truck was level with the hood - and it was a full-size Ford Pick-up in the seventies. There were 4 foot drifts in spots, it was impossible to tell how much we actually got. But we ended up with 6-foot high snow banks on either side of the driveway, and our Saint Bernard, Freckles, was in heavaen, she loved to perch on top and "Boof!" at folks from above!

My sister was in college in Lowell, and when the trains were back running, they took one into Boston, and had the eerie experience of walking through the Boston streets with no cars present!