Today marks the 37th wedding anniversary for Barbara and me. Wow, I can remember it like it was just yesterday…? It seems that I am alone in remembering such a long, long time ago.
The night of our wedding it snowed. Yep, March 19, 1977 it snowed several inches, three to six inches. Actually, it was the last hurrah of a turbulent weather year. For the next year we called it the blizzard of ’77. Earlier, I moved into the apartment in Goshen leading up to our marriage when the snowstorm hit. It snowed so hard that Mom, who worked at the Goshen Hospital on the night shift, came to spend the day since the roads to Millersburg were impassable. After her next shift, she was finally able to drive home but I was out of work for three days. We were happy to see that winter leave. Well, after it finally did sometime in late March.
However, that was nothing compared to the following year and the blizzard of ’78. Barbara and I were approaching our first anniversary when the snows came and came and came. The white stuff piled up in front of our door so high that the entire door was blocked and the back door was worse. So, I put on a glove, forced the door open and scooped snow out of the way until I could finally open the door wide enough to climb out on top of the snow using a dining room chair. The snow drift was taller than the door and I had to dig down to the porch. From there, I shoveled snow over my head the 20 feet to the freshly plowed street.
Barbara and I walked the two miles to the local little grocery store where we bought chocolate milk, because that was all that was left, and one of the last loaves of bread. While drinking our chocolate milk and eating our toast, we listened to the radio. We only had a radio as our little black and white 17” television went on the blink the night the snow started. Anyway, the news was bleak. It seemed scientists were afraid that the newest climate phenomenon called global cooling had descended upon the Earth. They were certain that, if we did not change our ways, the world was headed into another mini ice age worse than that of the 1650s – 1800s. It was settled science; the world was cooling so quickly that we had to act immediately or the ice would soon cover the entire surface of the world.
Fortunately, the snow melted and the temperatures became warmer. The blizzard of ’78 drifted away as a distant memory. Whew! We had dodged that weather bullet, the planet was safe.
So it was, 37 years ago. So very long ago.
The night of our wedding it snowed. Yep, March 19, 1977 it snowed several inches, three to six inches. Actually, it was the last hurrah of a turbulent weather year. For the next year we called it the blizzard of ’77. Earlier, I moved into the apartment in Goshen leading up to our marriage when the snowstorm hit. It snowed so hard that Mom, who worked at the Goshen Hospital on the night shift, came to spend the day since the roads to Millersburg were impassable. After her next shift, she was finally able to drive home but I was out of work for three days. We were happy to see that winter leave. Well, after it finally did sometime in late March.
However, that was nothing compared to the following year and the blizzard of ’78. Barbara and I were approaching our first anniversary when the snows came and came and came. The white stuff piled up in front of our door so high that the entire door was blocked and the back door was worse. So, I put on a glove, forced the door open and scooped snow out of the way until I could finally open the door wide enough to climb out on top of the snow using a dining room chair. The snow drift was taller than the door and I had to dig down to the porch. From there, I shoveled snow over my head the 20 feet to the freshly plowed street.
Barbara and I walked the two miles to the local little grocery store where we bought chocolate milk, because that was all that was left, and one of the last loaves of bread. While drinking our chocolate milk and eating our toast, we listened to the radio. We only had a radio as our little black and white 17” television went on the blink the night the snow started. Anyway, the news was bleak. It seemed scientists were afraid that the newest climate phenomenon called global cooling had descended upon the Earth. They were certain that, if we did not change our ways, the world was headed into another mini ice age worse than that of the 1650s – 1800s. It was settled science; the world was cooling so quickly that we had to act immediately or the ice would soon cover the entire surface of the world.
Fortunately, the snow melted and the temperatures became warmer. The blizzard of ’78 drifted away as a distant memory. Whew! We had dodged that weather bullet, the planet was safe.
So it was, 37 years ago. So very long ago.
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