When I was pre-teen, in the late 60’s, we had a couple of winters in Wisconsin with lots of snow.
Here we are in 1969.
This was the house across the street. Do you see the snowbank at the end of the driveway? My brother and I used to dig a cave or tunnel in them and the parents let us. How safe was that? Of course, we also used to accept caramel apples when we went trick or treating at Halloween.
Nowhere near what Boston has seen this winter, but still pretty epic in the sight of a twelve year old.
The year before, 1968, was almost as snowy.
My apologies for the not-so-clear photos. They were not the best to begin with and because dad secured these photos with Elmer’s glue, I had to take a photo of a photo rather than scanning.
But I digress.
Dig that cool car in the garage. I believe it was a Chevy. Or maybe it was an Oldsmobile. I don’t quite remember.
I have to look at these photos every so often to confirm that we did have epic snow in my youth, that it wasn’t an exaggerated memory of a wide-eyed girl that was a little shorter, a little younger, and a tad bit happier with the abundant mounds of snow.
PS: I wish I had a photo of the rubber zip-up snow boots with the fur on top. Mom would put plastic bags around our shoes, secure them with rubber bands around the ankles, throw on the boots and send us out to makes caves in the snow.