I Remember the Blizzard of '78. I was in Florida for the Blizzard Of '81. My parents told me about it. They refered to it as "yet another flurry".

Blizzard of '78 memories:

Driving home from the college in a 4 wheel drive pickup took four hours to go two miles. Finally parked the truck and walked the last 200 yards. Had to stop at a neighbor's house to warm up before we made it there. My wife was quite a bit shorter than me. I walked ahead to break trail and she clug to my belt and followed. the snow was up to the windows on the cars sitting in the road. One guy, drunk as a skunk, kept ramming his car back and forth against packed snow drifts higher than his hood and trunk. He thought he could rock it out of the snow. Another man knocked on our door looking for his wife. She'd left the house that morning in her nurses uniform without a coat. He'd found her car trapped in a snowdrift but no sign of her. He was knocking on all the houses looking for her.