Carolyn's Daily Posts: 2011

January 28, 2011

Child lost in Buffalo, N. Y. Snowstorm: January 28, 1977


CAROLYN’S DAILY POSTS: 2011

CHILD LOST IN BUFFALO, N. Y. SNOWSTORM:

JANUARY 28, 1977

     Being caught out in a snowstorm with a thirteen year old reminded me of an experience my sister had on January 28, 1977.

     My nephew Todd was six and my niece Debbie was fourteen, Their mother was my sister, Lee. It was the first anniversary of the death of Jerry, Lee’s husband and the children’s father.

     It was the last day for my sister to pay her car registration fee. She was aware that snow was predicted, but felt she had time to run the errand and beat the storm. She left Alden about 9:30 a. m. and headed towards Amherst.

     Half-way back to her home, while driving on Gennesse Street, a white-out occurred. The wind was blowing so hard it rocked the car. She made it to Crittendon, where she entered what she thought was the passing lane. It wasn’t. It was the oncoming traffic lane. Fortunately, she didn’t meet any traffic.

     She was almost home when she couldn’t drive any further. The three got out of the car and Lee started them towards some lights. Suddenly, a gust of wind picked Todd up, taking him out of her sight. He was lost in the  snowdrifts.

     She yelled and yelled for him. Perhaps Todd was yelling for her, too. Although he wasn’t far away, visibility was nil in the blinding snow. The wind was so noisy they couldn’t be heard.

     She finally found him, and carried him to the house. The doors were locked. The occupants were trying to direct her to go to a side door, but again, the howling wind wiped out their voices. Suddenly, a big kid came onto the porch where they were and picked up Todd, carrying him into the house through the side door. About three teenagers were home alone—their parents had gone to the store.

     None of the three travelers had mittens on. Their hands were frozen.  The teenagers took the children into the bathroom to warm those hands.

     When they returned they asked where Lee lived.  She discovered that she was three doors away from her house.

     Going out into the storm again was frightening. Lee had left the garage door open. There was a mound of snow the three had to climb over to get into the garage and to a house entrance.

     For all their adventure, and the potential danger, they made it home safely. Lee remains terrified of driving in snowstorms, although she confronts that terror by doing so when necessary.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Hazardous Winter Driving on Atlanta’s Roads

Only Space Aliens Look Forward to Winter

Skidding on Thin Ice Camouflaged by New-Fallen Snow

JANUARY DAYS OF CELEBRATION: Part 1

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