Oh I remember that storm well, I was outside delivering home heating oil in it, ahh, the memories.

A kid of 14 in Norwood watching, pining, up our street from my bedroom window waiting for my dad to safely get home from Waltham after 9+ hours on 128 in a AMC PACER (no cell phones then...)! Yeah! He made it !

I was living in New Orleans in "78", I had Chicken on the grill and cold beer by my side !... I watched what was happening in "Bean Town" on WDSU and Thanking Christ, I was where I Was , Doing what I was doing !.......

I was home w/a broken foot I got playing basketball. I fondly remember that people were actually kind to one another for about 5 days, as we relied on each other. Once roads were cleared enough to move about, people reverted back to the way they were prior to the storm. Kind of like the way things are today, sad to say.

I was working in Canton, my building looked out on Rt 128, but I generally drove Rt. 138 to get home.....as history tells it, Rt. 138 turned into a parking lot and I'm glad I didn't take that route!!! I spent the next 5 days at a friend's apartment in Dedham...the roads were ordered closed so we walked to buy groceries and met the neighbors! Everyone came together and shared what they had....for me, it is a very fond memory of people helping people.

I was 18 years old. My dad and I pulled my old sled from home (Cottege Street) to Fernandes Supermarket. It was spectacular seeing all that snow and being with my dad made it perfect.

I was in my second year teaching at the then Medfield Jr High and that night during the storm we went out walking, or trying to walk. It was then that I witnessed by first true whiteout. I woke up the next morning and looked outside to see if there would be school and yelled, "someone stole my car." Then looking closer, I could see the antenna sticking up through the snow. As we could not open the doors as the snow had drifted too solid against them, I had to lower the top part of the porch window to let my dog out to go the bathroom. As there was no school for the week and driving was banned, I volunteered to drive nurses who lived in Medfield to the then Norwood Hospital. They gave me a special pass permitting me to drive. Stopped in Westwood by the police, I explained that I had a pass to pick up nurses. In a smart alec reply the officer said "You do, where did you get it as I would like to have a pass to pick up nurses." :) Rt 109 was impassible by the hill near Bubbling Brook so I had to get home via the back roads of Walpole to Elm St. Medfield- Big mistake as it took me over two hours to get home from the Bubbling Brook. The National Guard helped plow roads in Medfield; people were going up town by snowmobiles, sleds, snow shoes,etc The town started running buses from the Indian Hill area and the Harding St. areas so people in the north and south ends of town could get into the Center to get food, etc. The streets were filled with people walking. Amazing storm.

I was a graduate student in Bowling Green, OH, trapped in with my little daughter. Originally from New Mexico, I hadn't stocked up or prepared, not being diligent about listening to weather forecasts. Good neighbors, we all pitched in and helped one another. We were without heat and transportation for 5 days. One lady baked bread for everyone. I pulled a sled to the one opened store to get provisions for my elderly neighbors, neighborhood teens shoveled our porches so we could get out of our houses, we lined the kitchen with quilts and blankets and drug a mattress in there to stay warmer. An adventure for us, though some Ohioans did not survive the seige. Oddly, we retained phone service, and so I could let people know we were okay. What a memory, thanks! By the way, I do pay attention to the weather forecasts now!

I was a nurse at Children's hospital , working the evening shift and living in Millis ; I left the hospital about 11:30 PM and never got home until late-morning the next day. I was stranded on 109 right by the north ramp onto 128 until a tow truck came by ; I rode with him while he made rescues in Westwood and then got my car out of the snowbanks. The drive from there to Millis was slow but just to be moving was a good feeling.

I was living in California at the time, so missed the whole thing. But worried about family in New York and Massachusetts.

I was 18 yrs old and getting ready for my wedding! Was suppossed to be Feb 11th but so many of the guests could not get to Norwood that we had to quickly postpone it till the 18th of Feb - plus the groom was stuck in Boston at Wentworth Institute- so 5 days later he was able to grab a ride with the National Guard and they brought him to Norwood one day ahead of the wedding date! It was a blast!

I was working in Boston. I took the train from Stoughton and made it to work in 5 hours. As they had closed the bank where I worked, I had to turn around to go home. I made the last train out to Stoughton. When I arrived in Stoughton, I couldn't find my car. It was buried under the snow at the train station parking lot. I walked across the street to the old Town Spa location. I met up with a snow plow driver who plowed his truck (with me as a passenger) to the Brockton line where we met another snow plow driver. The second driver took me to McDonald's in Brockton. I walked from there to my parent's house down by Brockton Hospital. Using the street lights as my navigation system, I finally made it home just in time for the 11 pm news.

Phil C
We were living on Park Street in a two-family house. That Monday evening our tenant on the first floor went into labor. With the storm raging and a call to 911 an ambulance, fire truck and town plow arrived. This rescue caravan took the soon-to-be mom over to Norwood hospital where she delivered healthy twins!

I don't remember the actual storm; my memories are all tied to *after* the snow stopped falling. I remember the snow drifts being up to our windows and my older sisters jumping out of the windows into the snow. My uncles dug some snow tunnels in the backyard, but I wasn't allowed to expore them (in case they collapsed on top of me). I remember sledding down Vernon Street and being pulled around on a sled by my mom. My dad couldn't go into work because the T had shut down, I think, so he was home to take lots of pictures and do a lot of shoveling. Lots of little fun memories of playing in the snow, days off from school, hot chocolate and sledding down St. Catherine's hill. Like most kids I loved snow days, building snowmen, etc., and remember being very disappointed the following year when we didn't have a repeat of the storm.

I had just finished a big exam in college - they wouldn't reschedule. Got stranded when my car got stuck (and died forever) on the way home. A nice family let me into their home so I could warm up/make phone call - got a ride from a tow-truck driver to a Howard-Johnson's where I spent the next day or so sleeping in a booth. Wow.

A day after the "storm" I was walking up my street, a man yelled out his window to tell me to get off his car!!! The only thing recognizable of being a car was his antenna was sticking out of the snow!!!!

i was 15 and lived on west park st in brockton ,me and my brothers could jump out the second floor window into the snow that drifted up against the house,we walked up chestnut st to the old store 24 and people were just in the store taking stuff my brother grabbed some pampers and left a five dollar bill on the counter and a man said hey why you leaving that money there and my brother replied because the store is not open dosent mean we can pay ..learned a valuable lesson that day,but i remember there was no school for like 2 weeks it was the greatest time in a kids life back then nothing but mountains of snow to play in..

meant cant pay not can

we need another storm like that ..i would love it..