The Blizzard Party!

My backyard!
My backyard!

I find it fitting to write about snow storms today because most of us are either working at home while trying to tend to children that didn’t make it to day care, or working from home because we can’t get out of our driveway! But there was one particular blizzard that brought an entire neighborhood together many moons ago and it was the best time I can remember having with a bunch of people who were all stuck on a side street that wouldn’t see a plow for days.

It was close to dark and we didn’t have to worry about the kids playing in the street because there was no way that any vehicle could move. Everyone’s car was buried.

And since we were a pretty close-knit neighborhood, and we had a couple of dads who were like the Pied Piper with the children who lived on the street, they started to talk about getting together for a Blizzard Party!

Word spread like wild fire and before you knew it the women were grabbing food from their kitchens and the men gathered whatever beer and liquor they had (which wasn’t enough) and we all trudged up the street to one of the houses that offered to have this crazy, spontaneous party at their house. We were REALLY lucky to have a neighbor who owned the Liquor Store around the corner! So the men all took a toboggan and forged their way through two feet of snow and brought back enough beer for the evening. This was totally illegal because it was way after curfew for the sale of booze, but who was going to rat on us? Nobody!

The kids all amused themselves by sledding and sliding and coming in for hot chocolate or food when they were hungry. It was a huge Smorgasbord and we feasted on everyone’s donations. There wasn’t even room for all of us to sit at a table or find a piece of a couch, so some of us sat on the floor. We relished the hot dishes and good company. We delighted in the squeals of laughter that echoed from a few dozen kids of all ages who knew that there wouldn’t be school for days!

It was a party to end all parties. It was a party for all ages. It was a party that none of us will ever forget and it went on into the wee hours of the morning.

So I guess I’m writing this in the hopes that young families and old will take advantage of a storm such as todays. When your work is done, check to see how your neighbors are doing. Invite someone to share your space, or dinner or a movie or whatever. You just might find yourself starting the party of a lifetime and make memories that your kids and family will talk about for years to come.

Because after 25 years, my old neighbors and their kids are still reminiscing about the Blizzard Party!

Enjoy the snow everyone!

9 thoughts on “The Blizzard Party!

  1. How fun. Hubby and I were talking about the Blizzard of 1978 (I wonder if some of the writers here might be too young to even have been born then??). I remember building these massive snow tunnels around my house and driveway and we had all the neighborhood kids playing a version of hide-and-seek-meets-whack-a-mole. There must have been about 20 kids there.

    Hubby remembers that the snow drifts went all the way up to the roof of his school, and everyone was running up the side of the drift and jumping off the school roof into the mound of snow.

    The snow causes a lot of angst for us parents, but I know that my kids had a great time yesterday and I hope they remember it like I remember the Blizzard! Then again, they are a little young, so probably the only thing they might remember is me lunging after my son to prevent him from eating the fresh “YELLOW SNOW” which in turn resulted in me making a giant faceplant into a 2 foot dirty pile of snow…

  2. Awesome! When I hear stories like this, I really wish I lived in a neighborhood with more families our age! I have such fond memories of my childhood neighborhood.

  3. LOVE IT! I have such a fond memory of a little get-together my parents had with neighbors during Storm Gloria in the 80s. We lived in the boonies and had no power, even when others got theirs back. I recall going out to play in the eye of the storm, then running back inside. And I recall my parents busting out my older brother’s camping equipment and everyone making food on a Coleman stove. Nothing left to do but laugh, have some beer, and let the kids play! Thank you for this post. My best girlfriends and I still talk about how different it seemed to be when we were growing up. We refer to it as 70s parenting!

    1. I remember Gloria also! We lived on a street in the inner city, but there were only 47 houses on it and it was on it’s own line. We were always the last to get our power back. It seems like those types of parties go down in a neighborhood’s history. It was great fun.

      1. We had a Gloria party too! It was a great time in my neighborhood. I wish we lived in a neighborhood now, especially since Z is an only child! She would love the company! And so would I!

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