Do you have a great picture or story from the Blizzard of 1978? We NEED you at 13ABC.com. Kristin Emery is compiling a story that looks back at that amazing weather event and we’re looking for your memories.

Here’s mine:
I was living in Tiffin, Ohio and a 3rd grader at St. Joseph’s Elementary School. (Good Morning Father Steinle.) We didn’t have power for like a day and my sister and I couldn’t watch t.v. That annoyed us. I remember my dad made a fire in the fireplace and my mom hung a blanket over the entrances to the living room so the heat wouldn’t escape. My sister and I played Barbies with some sort of natural disaster theme as the snow fell and fell. I also remember the wind. Plus I should clarify the snow didn’t really fall down but rather sideways. The wind made everything sideways. The wind also blew cold air straight through any seam in the house not sealed up tight. The Blizzard of ‘78 had a loud scary moan to it. But we were home with our parents and blankets and Barbies so it was okay.
We watched the snow drift up all the way to the roof line. I think my parents had a battery radio tuned in to WTTF. I do remember our power coming on by the time the eleven o’clock news aired. We watched 13, no joke. Of course school was closed which meant more Barbies. The blizzard hit before grocery day so we didn’t have a heck of a lot of food and we were all slightly panicked about the impending Coca-Cola shortage.
The town was socked in by 10 and 20 feet snow drifts. The power was on at our house and our phones worked in our neighborhood. My dad’s friend George called the day after the worst of it. After the snow had stopped. George called to find out if my dad had beer, George was out. My dad answered that we did have a few beers in the fridge but there was no getting anywhere with our cars. But see George had horses. George road horseback over to our house for a few glorious drops of beer.
We wound up off school for 4 days. Somewhere in there Dad and George made it to the A & P (I think that was the store). Dad stocked up and we spent four great days playing Barbies, drinking Coca-Cola, and watching my dad shovel, and shovel, and shovel and shovel. There was also a post blizzard caulk-fest. And the next year Dad, like thousands of others, purchased a snowblower. But much to our disappointment, we never got a horse out of the deal.
So what’s your memory? Your great picture?
I’m going to go raid my mom’s picture box and see if I can find the one with the snow drift. Or maybe one of my mom and dad circa 1978. You do the same and we’ll meet back here. (I mean don’t raid my parent’s house… find your picture of the Blizzard. Kristin needs you.)
P.S. Did you see the nice article Bedford Now did where my sister’s blog, Befrazzled got a rave review? I’m very proud of her funny self.