The 1969 Nor'easter

In 1969 I was a teenager living on Long Island.


On February 9th, a Sunday, snow started to fall on our suburban Westbury neighborhood. When we awoke on Monday, the snow had basically turned us into a Winter wonderland.

There was no driving on the roads, my father had to walk to the nearest grocery to buy milk and bread. Nobody could get to work, we had no school, us kids were in snow heaven.

Galoshes over Converse sneakers made for tingling toes whenever we came home for food.

When the snow plows made it to our streets, I believe it was towards the end of the week, there was the task of shoveling our long driveway to get the station wagon out of the garage. The garage was covered by a snow drift, only the windows of the two doors were visible. It was the last time my dad parked the car in the garage during Winter.

As I watch the weather channel today, I can relate, memories of that week in February flood my mind. I’ll never forget being snowed in for days, but at my age, I wouldn’t care to re-live it.

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!