Today is snowed. It snowed a lot. The kind of snow that changes lives. Plans must be altered. Angels must be made. Driveways must be shoveled. Meetings rescheduled.
Normally this is not the type of thing I would write about here, or anywhere for that matter. But today once again I was reminded of the value of documenting even what can seem the most mundane things of life because one day that memory might just be precious.
Too often I fall into the trap of not writing a personal journal style essay piece because I feel that I do not have anything worth writing about. But I know in my writer heart of hearts that there is never nothing. Sure today may be one of those days of life filled only with chores and to do list items but there are past days I can go back to. Near and distant memories that can be dusted off and put down on paper to the best of my ability before they are forgotten for good.
Today’s snow reminds me of the “Blizzard of 79.” We were still living on St Charles Street on the South side of Elgin and I can remember piles of snow everywhere. I was only 7 at the time so the labor that comes with such a storm was not part of my life. For me it was all fun because I didn’t have to do any of the shoveling of the 29 inches of snow that fell.
We had a dog at the time, Sandy, and I can remember how much she loves the snow. Running in it, burying her face in it, and being confused by how snowballs would disappear when you threw them for her.
A few houses down there was a water treatment facility of some sorts that we called “the stink” and there the city had piled snow so high you could sled down it.
At one time we had photographs of those days but I have no idea if they are still around. I would love to see them now as that was such a big storm I remember people printer t-shirts stating they had survived the winter of 79.