Memories of the Blizzard of ’78: My aunt and three cousins coming over to my family’s flat in East Walpole. Father and uncles all stuck at their places of work. Play, no school; lots of fun. It was like a big game. We made tent cities in a bedroom out of blankets and sheets. All those people were my universe. We were a big family and all connected just as the snow forms a layer on all things and connects them. And two of those kids who I played with during that blizzard died early deaths, my parents and uncles and aunt are also gone. And snow doesn’t comfort me like that anymore. But I do still like to play in it.
Marc Songini 