January 24, 2018

January 24

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 10:05 pm

This is the closest thing to a blizzard I’ve ever seen. A few days ago the weather report said that Nagoya would have two days of snow and I was excited (some sort of unusual cold front from the north), but of course that changed this morning to sun with maybe a little snow in the afternoon. It was sunny all day until about 4:30 when everything went dark and the wind howled and rattled all the doors and windows. I was glad I was inside. When Sam came home he checked on his car in the building garage and was shocked that it was covered in snow. I told him it was a blizzard and the wind was horizontal. I don’t think he really believed me because he was in his snug office.

From David Laskin’s “The Children’s Blizzard”:

“‘I was just saying that I ought to dismiss school and go to Woonsocket for coal when a sudden whiff of cold air caused us all to turn and look toward the north, where we saw what appeared to be a huge cloud rolling over and over along the ground, blotting out the view of the nearby hills and covering everything in that direction as with a blanket. There was scarcely any time to exclaim at the unusual appearance when the cloud struck us with awful violence and in an instant the warm and quiet day was changed into a howling pandemonium of ice and snow.’

“Sergeant Glenn estimated that there were twenty thousand people ‘overtaken and bewildered by the storm.’ Many of them were children sent home from school or out doing farm chores, but there were also farmers working in their fields or leading their cattle to water, doctors making their round, peddlers, salesmen, mail carriers, itinerant grocers. Glenn himself got lost as he tried to make his way home from the Huron weather station that night. Blowing snow sealed both his eyes nearly shut and he wandered around dazed and exhausted until by chance he encountered someone who pointed him in the right direction. There are hundreds of firsthand accounts of the onset of the blizzard, the wind shift, the first wave of blinding snow as fine as dust. There are scores of stories of narrow escapes, houses or barns found by accident or luck, horses or dogs that led their owners back to the barn, landmarks that suddenly appeared when the wind dropped for a moment. Rare are the stories of rescues. People saved themselves or they weren’t saved.”


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