My Memories of the Blizzard of “78 ~ North Tewksbury and Lowell
My colleagues Dick and Paul have shared their memories of those days in early February of 1978 known now as the Blizzard of 1978. Checking the archive I found this narrative of my own experiences.
I remember the Blizzard of ’78 as a challenge to dig out and feel reconnected to the world around us. The snow reached the house window sills. The boys – Billy and Teddy – were 7 and 9 and they join in the shoveling although they really enjoyed more the flopping atop hugh snow mounds. A kind neighbor – the late Charlie Gerrard – with his snow blower worked from the end of the driveway and miraculously the driveway and the cars were clear. The thought of my Mother’s homemade fish chowder lured us into Lowell – we walked down the middle of Andover Street from the Baptist church atop the hill to Burnham Road. No cars, no sounds – just the beauty of nature and a bit of huffing and puffing along the way. The boys ended up staying with Nana and Papa through the weekend watching the city’s front end loader pile the snow into mountains at the end of their driveway. They later climbed up and slid down as only little boys can do! My brother Bill – defying the Dukakis ban – ran us back up the hill to North Tewksbury in Ag’s mustang. Bill was finally able to get to the hospital and the office. We never lost our power – which was a blessing as I learned in later years when the power did fail. One lasting effect of the blizzard was our decison to give up our breezeway and add another stall to the garage – a decision we’ve never regretted. For me 1978 was a memorable year but not just for the blizzard. That summer brought a congressional campaign that I joined and my life was then set on a different course.