1982 Christmas Blizzard
I was 13. Mom was pregnant with Jeannie. Did we know yet? Just Dad, Mom, Randy and I were home. We never had family come in or went out of town for Christmas. That's probably why I'm so adamant about being home for Christmas as an adult. I was very excited, as usual. I was always the one to get Randy (and then Randy and Jeannie) up to go look at our stockings/presents. I was the one Mom and Dad would groan and tell to let them get up and have some coffee first. My stocking was probably my favorite part of Christmas morning. Mom was so creative in what she put in them. This year stands out in my mind for two reasons. First, this was our last Christmas in our house on Leyden Street. (We moved to Boise the next summer. I don't have any memories of Christmas in Boise, interesting.) Second, it snowed two feet on Christmas Eve. There was a car stuck either on our street or somewhere close by. Our house was two blocks west of a major street - Monoco Parkway. Dad went out to dig out the car so the man could get home to his family. I knew it was the right thing to do and I was proud of my Dad for doing the right thing, but I was so anxious for him to come back in so we could open presents! I remember looking out our big front picture window watching for him to come back in so we could get on with our Christmas and being irritated with the stranded motorist for delaying my Christmas morning. Nice, huh? The snow was so beautiful. The sun was out and there were sparkling white waves of snow. The air was clean and crisp. It was so cold! The snow was deep enough that our neighbor Robbie Mueller was able to dig tunnels through the snow making me think of igloos.
I was 13. Mom was pregnant with Jeannie. Did we know yet? Just Dad, Mom, Randy and I were home. We never had family come in or went out of town for Christmas. That's probably why I'm so adamant about being home for Christmas as an adult. I was very excited, as usual. I was always the one to get Randy (and then Randy and Jeannie) up to go look at our stockings/presents. I was the one Mom and Dad would groan and tell to let them get up and have some coffee first. My stocking was probably my favorite part of Christmas morning. Mom was so creative in what she put in them. This year stands out in my mind for two reasons. First, this was our last Christmas in our house on Leyden Street. (We moved to Boise the next summer. I don't have any memories of Christmas in Boise, interesting.) Second, it snowed two feet on Christmas Eve. There was a car stuck either on our street or somewhere close by. Our house was two blocks west of a major street - Monoco Parkway. Dad went out to dig out the car so the man could get home to his family. I knew it was the right thing to do and I was proud of my Dad for doing the right thing, but I was so anxious for him to come back in so we could open presents! I remember looking out our big front picture window watching for him to come back in so we could get on with our Christmas and being irritated with the stranded motorist for delaying my Christmas morning. Nice, huh? The snow was so beautiful. The sun was out and there were sparkling white waves of snow. The air was clean and crisp. It was so cold! The snow was deep enough that our neighbor Robbie Mueller was able to dig tunnels through the snow making me think of igloos.
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Cool story, sis. Perfect timing for Christmas this year.
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