The first one was March 1963, I was 11 years old and my family & I were returning to
Belle Fourche, South Dakota. I could not even tell you the day in any case we were driving on HWY 212 from Watertown (my Father's hometown) on our way to Belle Fourche, SD. We were driving along and it was snowing and my Uncle was driving and he just happened to say that the weather was turning bad, of course there is not too many stops along this road. We went as far as we could and were stopped by a large snow drift or hill just had to stop where we were and hoped that someone would come checking. Well it was about 30 minutes a Sheriff on horseback came to our car, told his all the roads were closed, we were only 1 mile from Faith, SD. He said could take one on the horse with him, the others were to walk to the Faith Hotel. I went with the sheriff and my family was not far behind. We stayed there 3 days until the roads were opened. When we left the snow was pile at least 10ft high.
The next blizzard was 1968. We lived in Sandpoint, Idaho and the second week December it started snow and now I was a sophomore in High School. it kept snowing and we were still going to school everyday. It was piling up but this town is used to snow. But I remember on 12/12 that year we were released from school early because it was snowing really a lot. So we got out of school 12/12 and did not go back to school until January 1969. We missed 2 weeks of school before the Christmas break, then 2 weeks Christmas Break all the way through January I'm guessing the 10th. It was a long time, I will tell you the snow was piled in our front yard that we did not see our neighbors across the street until March. People were getting around with snowmobiles, and anyone with a car had bright orange balls on their antenna's of the cars so you see if anyone was coming at intersections.
The first one was March 1963, I was 11 years old and my family & I were returning to
Belle Fourche, South Dakota. I could not even tell you the day in any case we were driving on HWY 212 from Watertown (my Father's hometown) on our way to Belle Fourche, SD. We were driving along and it was snowing and my Uncle was driving and he just happened to say that the weather was turning bad, of course there is not too many stops along this road. We went as far as we could and were stopped by a large snow drift or hill just had to stop where we were and hoped that someone would come checking. Well it was about 30 minutes a Sheriff on horseback came to our car, told his all the roads were closed, we were only 1 mile from Faith, SD. He said could take one on the horse with him, the others were to walk to the Faith Hotel. I went with the sheriff and my family was not far behind. We stayed there 3 days until the roads were opened. When we left the snow was pile at least 10ft high.
The next blizzard was 1968. We lived in Sandpoint, Idaho and the second week December it started snow and now I was a sophomore in High School. it kept snowing and we were still going to school everyday. It was piling up but this town is used to snow. But I remember on 12/12 that year we were released from school early because it was snowing really a lot. So we got out of school 12/12 and did not go back to school until January 1969. We missed 2 weeks of school before the Christmas break, then 2 weeks Christmas Break all the way through January I'm guessing the 10th. It was a long time, I will tell you the snow was piled in our front yard that we did not see our neighbors across the street until March. People were getting around with snowmobiles, and anyone with a car had bright orange balls on their antenna's of the cars so you see if anyone was coming at intersections.
Just two that stand out to me in my life.