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That has me thinking it may have been the blizzard of 78 and not 79.
I know we got hit bad both years but cant remember which was worse.
My family moved back to IN (from Fort Lauderdale!) in August of '78 and I was just a year old, so I don't remember either blizzard. Looks like they both took place in January so it's easy to see how the two would blend together in memory.
I do remember snowstorms in the 1980s, and snowsuits, and sledding, and building snow forts out of plowed snowpiles in the turnaround of our driveway. My dad had a Jeep and a plow, and he plowed our drive and most of the country road we lived on, and any neighbor's drive that was paved as opposed to gravel. I remember my mother calling us in because she thought we'd freeze to death and I remember NEVER thinking "I'm cold!" We went to a school outside our assigned district so therefore didn't ride the bus. If my mom thought it was too slick/snow-covered to get up and down the hills on the way into town, we didn't go to school whether it was cancelled or not. We also had livestock to tend and it wasn't uncommon for "country" kids to miss school making sure livestock had food and water. My dad used to drive the Jeep down to the pond when it was frozen over and chop up the edge with an axe so animals could get to water. One year he lost his footing and fell in up to his knees, and it was a terrifying experience for me--I didn't yet know how to drive (learned when I was 12 so I must have been about 8-9 the year that happened) and for a moment my mind was racing to figure out how I would get him back to the house if he couldn't drive! LOL
Winter is really pretty but it sure is inconvenient.