In the span of approximately 30 hours, my small Massachusetts town was hit with almost 3 1/2 feet of snow. We lived on a main road in town, but our house was set back on a hill. We watched many a car try to get up the hill, to no avail. As a result, my parents opened their home to many of the stranded folks while waiting for the roads to be successfully cleared.
I don't remember too many of the people that stayed at our house overnight, but I do remember that my mother made hot cocoa in a huge, electric pot to warm them all up. I also remember that my Dad took me and my older sister out with him the day after the snow ended. He was a supervisor for a local chain of convenience stores and many of them had not been shoveled out. We spent almost 6 hours out there going from store to store and shoveling out the doors in the front and the back.
The following week my Dad told my sister and I that the company wanted to pay us for helping out shoveling. We were so excited - even more so when we got $21.00! That was a ton of money back then for a couple of young teens. Looking back after I became a parent, I realized that the "company" didn't pay us for anything - it was my Dad who provided our payday. For a man with 5 kids, that had to have been a lot of money. I can remember pretty much every hour of that day, probably because even though it was a lot of work, I got to spend it with my Dad.
Here are some shots from that storm.

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