My grandmother, Sarah Harvey, and her sister Lillian were caught in the blizzard of 1888. They were 15 and 12 respectively and on their way to work in the Paterson silk mills. Family stories indicate that their mother was petrified that they would be lost forever. Fortunately, they knew enough to knock on neighbors doors and stayed with them until the worst was over. Quite an adventure. Unfortunately, their father died later during that year from consumption, probably aggravated by the bad winter and years breathing in silk dust. The storm dates in my records indicate March 11-14. Beverly Porter, Columbia, MD