Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — I’ve been doing some reminiscing about the Blizzard of ‘77 lately. Facebook has had people posting videos of slideshows with recordings of radio announcers broadcasting during the blizzard, and it brought back a lot of memories.
I have also been on Youtube watching some of the local news broadcasts that were going on during and after the blizzard. The first thing that struck me is that I remember growing up in the 70’s, but I don’t remember adults dressing that badly. Fashions were, umm, unique in the 1970s, to say the least.
I also don’t remember seeing ambulances and police cars with the single siren lights on the top either. But when I look at these old pictures, I see those old cars and they just don’t jog my memory.
I do remember the snow being piled so high that we could look almost over the tops of our houses when standing on top of a pile. I remember all of the great snow days when we used to play more street hockey than we had played all year. It was great because, thanks to the snow banks along the roads, we had boards we could use for body checking.
I remember watching the motorcade of President Carter’s son rolling up Washburn Street as he was sent to see the damage for himself and report back to everyone’s favorite peanut farmer. I also remember my mom bringing people home from work right when the blizzard hit because those folks had no chance of getting out of Lockport and getting home.
What I remember the most about the Blizzard of ‘77 was constantly wondering what all of the adults were worried about. It was great! The snow was piling up and there was no way we were going to school. There was also no way that mom was going to be able to go to work. How could that be anything other than awesome?