Today is the 35th anniversary of the Blizzard of ’78. For those of us of a certain age…ahem…do you remember where you were?
I was a freshman at UNH. Back then the only technology in our dorm rooms was a stereo turntable, so I had no idea that a blizzard was forecasted. I got my weather reports by looking out the window.
The day after the storm dumped over two feet of snow on New Hampshire, I woke early for an 8 a.m. class. I peeked out the window and saw a lot of snow, pulled on my boots, winter coat, hat, gloves and left my dorm for my Spanish class. I remember that I tucked my head down into my coat and trudged through thigh-deep snow. It never occurred to me that I didn’t see a single person walking to class. I arrived to an empty classroom. I sat down and waited. And waited. And waited…and I waited.
It finally dawned on me: School is cancelled! Holy smokes, I thought, what a bunch of sissies for cancelling college classes just because of a snow storm! Guess that goes to show what a tough lot we northern New Hampshire girls are!