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I was born in Charleston, SC where my dad was stationed during WW II.   After the war we returned to my folks’ native New York where they bought a house on the GI bill.  (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home,  Magnolia, The Story of a Garden,  and Mr Bucco and the Ginger Cat)

And so it was during the great northeast blizzard of December 1947 that I saw snow for the first time.

The storm was unpredicted,  it broke weather records,  and wreaked havoc on the New York transportation system as trains were delayed for hours,  cars and buses were stranded on city streets,  and 25 inches of snow fell on Central Park.

The blizzard caused 77 fatalities and cost the city millions of dollars,  but I was surely oblivious to all that.

At age 3 all I knew was that the roads in our neighborhood were unplowed and closed to traffic,  and my father – in his furry earmuffs,  his long coat,  and his big rubber boots – could pull me on my sled up and down the middle of our snowy street!

– Dana Susan Lehrman

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  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    What an introduction to snow! But at age 3, it sounds like you must have had lots of fun being pulled on a sled. Children love snow! They don’t even realize when they are cold. It is just pure fun.

  2. Laurie Levy says:

    What a delightful memory of a great snowy day, Dana. Kids never cease to be delighted by snowfalls. I guess they don’t have to worry about getting to work or buying food, so there’s nothing more fun than a snow day that closes school.

    • Thanx Laurie, my dad pulling my sled down the middle of our street is among my earliest memories!

      I remember feeling so excited that I was allowed to play where I was usually forbidden to set foot without a grownup. Ah, such innocent bliss!

  3. Khati Hendry says:

    That memory from age three surely is one of your earliest ones, and why not a transformative snowstorm? Weather predicting has really improved since then, with all the satellites, computer modelling, and communications. We have lots of extreme weather events in the wings and will appreciate any help we can get to prepare. BTW—check out images from the underwater volcano that erupted today in Tonga!

  4. Suzy says:

    Love this story, Dana. What a perfect memory to have, your father tromping up and down the street pulling your sled!

  5. Dave Ventre says:

    A fun tale! A snowy New York always makes me think of old Currier & Ives prints.

  6. Marian says:

    Although this blizzard was before my time, it’s touching how for so many of us our pleasant memories include sledding down a street normally reserved for cars. Thanks for adding this memory.

  7. For an incident to be memorable one needs a good memory.

  8. Khati Hendry says:

    Thanks for re-posting this fun memory of dads and sleds and the wonder of snow unencumbered by adult worries.

  9. What a wonderful early memory! My age three memory is confined to my stay in a hospital when I had my tonsillectomy. I would gladly trade for your snowy day. And your sled photo reminds me of Rosebud.

  10. It is great to be reminded of the beauty and pleasure of snow for a father and three-year-old on the sled while shoveling out four feet of snow in minus 10 degrees wind chill. During the worst, one needs to remember the best.

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