The Blizzard
February 3rd, 2006I think it was in about 1995 that we had a blizzard where I live. In just a few hours we received over 18 inches of snow, and it closed everything down. After the night of the original snowfall, we continued to get about 2 to 3 more inches a day for over a week. Here in Indiana, that is a lot!
I was at work when the snow started coming in. Most of the local businesses had already closed and sent their workers home, so luckily the streets were fairly empty. The night went by calmly and we didn’t do much of anything other than watch all of the white stuff blanket our cars. However, morning would be a little different.
The morning after we received the majority of snow was a mess. People awoke to find more than 18 inches of snow, and no way to get around. It was so deep that a person could barely walk outside, leave alone try to drive. Even the county highway department was overwhelmed and there was little they could do. That didn’t stop people from having medical problems though. People would call 911, and request help to no avail. We were snowed in, and if a person needed help, it would just have to wait.
Somewhere in the mayhem, someone had a great idea. They notified the National Guard of our dilemma, and help came quickly. The local Army National Guard brought 6 Humvees to our aid. They let us load them up with supplies, and they became unstoppable ambulances. People would call 911 and those of us that were stuck staying on duty made a mad rush to see who could get to ride the Humvee first.
We had a blast! Busting through huge 10 foot snow drifts, and cutting across fields. At one point we dared the driver to go into the woods. We probably should not have done that, because he took us up on it, and through the woods we went. Until we got hung up on a downed tree anyway. At that point, the driver had to radio his commander and ask for another Humvee to pull him out. He had a very hard time explaining that situation.
The snow stayed on the ground, and kept everything locked in for about a week. The National guardsmen camped out at our stations, and between them and our crew, there were about 30 people living together for a week.
It’s funny how such terrible events actually bring up fond memories later on. We did have a great time, even though we couldn’t leave. Perhaps one of the most vivid memories I will always have are two guys that had no money to eat on. They were stuck eating whatever we had in the fridge at station. Sure, we could have lent them money, but then we would have never been able to watch to guys eat Oreo’s and Braunswager on Ritz crackers, and actually say they liked it!

