I barely recall a big snow storm about 1949. My great grandfather died in Corvallis and my father went to the funeral but we stayed home (must have been too dangerous for little kids?). I remember him coming home late and taking me out in the snow by moonlight. My car broke down on the way to work during the 1969 snow storm. I carried my 3 yr old to call for help and when I returned, I had received a ticket! I went to court and fought the ticket since the roads were piled with snow and no help in sight. The Judge agreed with me! I was in college and working at the Memorial Colisum in 1964. We came out of a hockey game to find our cars buried in snow. I had a 1963 Ford Falcon and I had to take another girl home first. We lived in the hills of Southwest Portland. Cars were left all over hills and I dodged all the cars and made it to the top,and delivered my friend to her house. When I arrived at my house safely, my Dad was FURIOUS that I would have even tried to drive home! As only a teenager would respond, I said, "I made it didn't I?" and off I went to bed! Poor Dad! Patti