Hello Everyone, I was 13 at the time. I was an eighth grade student at Dawes School. It is was the first (and only) time we had a snow day when I attended school. My mother, brother, and I kept the driveway shoveled (we lived in one of the few neighborhoods in Chicago with driveways) so my father would be able to get the car in. It took him over two hours to get home from work but he was determined to get home. He got the car in the driveway and there it sat for a few days. We were fortunate because our street was plowed right away. Commonweath Edison had a station and yard at the end of our street and they needed to be able to get their trucks out so they plowed the street. I remember walking down the sidewalk and the snow being piled over five feet high. Mayor Daley arranged for the trains to haul snow away in empty coal cars. As the trains traveled south the snow melted along the way. On our block, neighbors helped neighbors shovel. This was before snowblowers so everything was by hand. Neighbors shoveled helped retired neighbors shovel. It was a "block party" shoveling snow that year. It was fun and it was a simpler time when neighbors knew each other, in summer the adults sat on the porch in the evening and visited with other neighbors while the children ran around catching lightening bugs and playing "kick the can", Saturday mornings the men cut their lawns and visited.