These pictures are of my Great Aunt Catherine McIntyre outside of her house on Walter Street in Roslindale during the blizzard of 1978.
The entire east coast is today being hit with a large snow storm and although we probably won't wind up with snow as deep as it was during the winter of 1978, I think people living here now know enough from recent memory about how bad these storms can be and are driving slowly and with much courtosy twards others on the road who are just trying to get safely home.
I was 8 years old in the winter of 1978 and lived on a small dead end end street. Every house on my street had kids in it and the fact that the street did not go anywhere put it dead last on the lists of roads plowed making our street a kids winter wonderland. I remember "swimming" in the snow without my feet touching the ground.
I also remember a few days after the storm one of my babysitters brought me to the corner store and showed me how to climb up the snow drifts onto the roof and slide back down the packed snow that plows had pushed up against the building.
I wasn't supposed to tell my parents that we did that but it was sooooo fun that little me couldn't help but squeal about it and I didn't get babysat by that babysitter ever again.
I still feel I owe her one tho, because that was one great storm memory....