Chris

Summerland Key, Florida

On February 6, 1978, they said we would get one inch of snow. I saw a friend in the hallway at Hope High School. We talked, and then we met after school—early release due to snow storm. We started walking to downtown Providence. We had fun and I liked her alot. I could have ran home after school; I was a brown belt in karate and in good shape. I wanted to be with her and we made [it] to the Fleet Building and we talked and then went to have coffee next door and waited and waited for the bus. I stayed with her. Branch Ave. bus arrived, we got on the bus and made it two blocks, and the bus driver said the bus is not moving. Every car, bus, and truck was stopped. We got off and started walking and when we were walking on Charles Street she said, "Wait up." I took her arm and helped her walk. We stopped at the Girl Scout headquarters for shelter. We stayed the night together. I was looking out the window and said, "We are in for a shock. We are not moving Tuesday or going to school." In the morning police walked in and said for everyone not to leave. My friend wanted to leave and try to make it to her aunt's house. I did not want her to leave, but she did and the police officer said to me, "She will not make it," and I started to cry and watched her walk up the hill. Then it was my turn. It was hell. I had two miles to walk. Before she left she said, "Would you take my books with you?" I said yes, and I had a hard time walking in the deep snow, walking on cars, and my mom met me half way with boots and warm clothes. So my song for that day is "Monday, Monday" by the Mamas and the Papas. The snow storm was on a Monday. I still think of her to this day and play the "Monday, Monday" song every day and remember that day. I would love to write a book or a movie. Blizzard of '78 love story.

Received via email, November 19, 2012.