I'm blessed and have a lot of favorite memories. One of the best took a few days:
As usual my brother, some friends, and I walked the 1.5 miles to school around 7am to get to mass before school started. As we went outside to 'line up' to trudge into school, the sky was really dark-like nothing I'd ever seen before and wouldn't see again until [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NEnH0QWZro"]1987.[/ame] Into school we went, said prayers and pledge and got right down to morning work.
Before long, it started snowing, huge flakes, like nothing I ever had seen before or since. Flakes nearly the size of the paper ones we had cut out of paper by folding that hung all over the room! The date:
Thursday, January 26, 1967.
The snow had begun probably around 9, we were sent home right after lunch. Of course we had to walk home. There must have been at least 5" already. It was a very wet snow, great for snowball fights, snowman and fort building. It took us forever to get home. My mom wasn't home when we got there, I guess schools didn't call in those days. My dad was still at work. My brother and I made hot chocolate-we were in 3rd and 4th grades. We changed into play clothes and went out again, our public school friends didn't get out early, but they only walked about 2-3 blocks so I guess that made sense.
By the time the streetlights came on there was well over a foot of snow. My folks still weren't home, so we stayed outside in the yard-it was warm and the snow just kept falling. When it was really dark, (maybe 5), we went inside. For the first time we started getting nervous about the folks. My brother picked up the phone-no dial tone. So we made soup and macaroni and cheese and waited. They came home around 8:30, my mom was over in Oak Brook and couldn't get home by bus, so my dad had to pick her up, seems he left work at 2 and the 1/2 hour drive to the shopping center and the 10 minute ride home took over 6 hours. But home they did get.
The next day was a wonderland! Snow had drifted up to the living room windows, it had turned Chicago windy over night and the snow kept falling! Our front windows bottoms were over 9' high from the ground. LOL! We were shocked, no school! First snow day, ever! We went right out and started jumping off our porch, normally a 9.5' drop, into the snow that was about 5' at the bottom. My mother woke and freaked when we couldn't find my brother right away, he was slugging to the 'non-drifted' part of the yard. Good times!
Sometime during the morning with the snow still falling, my dad bundled me into the sled for the walk to the local grocer, about 3 blocks away. Milk was sold in glass bottles then. It seems the phone had come back on and my dad had called ahead. We knocked on the back door and Ray, the grocer, gave us the milk and bread. While I was resettling on the sled, the milk slipped from my snow covered mittens, fell and broke. I started crying, the reason for the back door was the limited amount of milk and no deliveries expected at least until the snow stopped. My dad knocked again, Ray took pity on me and gave my dad another gallon and me some candy. LOL!
We had Monday off school too, they were still trying to get all the streets cleared as the snow didn't stop until late Friday night. I don't remember anything like that weekend. Even when the lights were off in the house, the streetlights and all the snow kept everything lit. Everything seemed slow and fun.
My Dad even smiled 
There were water darts, all kinds of fun games. If memory serves correctly, we raised about $230. 
