What Do You Remember From the Blizzard of '78?

Nothing beats a good blizzard story. Share your stories and photos from 1978 here.

Thirty-five years ago we had 27 inches of snow. Today, the forecast for Hamilton and Wenham is for a slight chance of snow this afternoon with a high temperature of 26 degrees.

It’s hard to believe it’s been 35 years since we were hit with the Blizzard of '78, but the stories will withstand the test of time.

On Feb. 6, 1978, the area was blanketed with more than two feet of snow - a record - with the added bonus of hurricane force winds. The storm began the morning of Feb. 6 and lasted through the following evening. It was a storm that was never really predicted to be this large, and yet from it one good thing came – we learned about emergency preparedness.

For those of us who were old enough to remember, the memories differ. On the Hamilton-Wenham Patch Facebook page this morning some people already started to share their memories. Bob Lassonde said he the driveway at his home on Main Street in Wenham was blocked when he got home and he rammed his Mustang as far as he could into a parking space next door. Paul Gamber Jr. said he recalls sledding off the roof of his two-story home.

We would love to hear your stories from the Blizzard of '78 and see your photos. You can upload your photos directly to our image gallery by clicking on the green and white "upload photos and videos" button or tell us your stories in the comments section below.

Robert Gates (Editor) February 05, 2013 at 04:31 PM
I do not have any memories of the Blizzard of '78 since I was a baby at the time, but I feel like I may be telling stories to my kids and grandkids about the winter of 2010-11 in the same ways I have been hearing stories most of my life about the Blizzard of 1978.
rochelle Gauthier Herman February 08, 2013 at 11:25 PM
I e road was just discussing the blizzard of `78 with my mother Margaret Gauthier of Wenham.My father was out shoveling and kept calling for my brother Roger to come outside and help him. He never came downstairs and remained in his bedroom until my mother went up stairs to find out what was going on. My mother realized there was something seriously wrong with my brother and that they needed to go to the hospital now. My father Jean was concerned as to how they would be able to get the medical help they needed for Roger. My father pulled my brother on a sled to the main road to meet the police who were waiting to bring them to the hospital. Despite the on plowed roads and the heavy snowfall they were able to bring my brother to Beverly Hospital. The doctors who would perform the surgery for appendicitis, made it to the hospital within an hours time by snowmobile. By the time th s were plow there was a 15 foot wall along the sides of the roads. My brother was only 13 at the time. I live in Florida now and only see snow when it's on TV. Good luck to you all! Be safe ~ Sending you some Florida sunshine! Rochelle in Sarasota, Fl.


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