Though I can’t seem to find a lot of articles of it on the net, here is a weather perspective of it, and here is stories and a little bit of footage.
As for the story of my birth? Here it is as relayed to me:
On January 25, it started snowing pretty hard, but my mother wasn’t worried, I wasn’t due for another three weeks.
Over the next day and a half, the weather didn’t seem to let up any, and she started to feel contractions.
In the house were my grandmother, my aunt, and my mother. My grandfather was stuck in the next village, along with dozens of other travelers. Then my mother’s water broke.
Now, this was out in the country, the nearest village was fifteen minutes away, and the nearest hospital was a half hour away. On a good day. Between my grandparent’s house and the highway was a lot of fields.
My grandmother made a lot of phone calls, trying to get help out to them. But with the storm still raging, and at this point there were drifts up to ten foot tall. My mother’s contractions were still not close enough together to worry about they reassured her, and snowmobiles would be out as soon as possible.
But my mother’s contractions increased quickly, and she knew something would have to be done.
So quickly she made calls around the neighborhood. I use the term neighborhood loosely, because it was a farming community, and there were acres between neighbors. My great aunt came, another neighbor from a road over came, and help in the form of a veterinarian and his wife came. I guess my grandmother figured if he could deliver animals, this might not be so different. At the same time, my grandmother was fielding advise from the CB radio. My grandfather, stuck in the next village, had found a doctor, and several EMT people, and they were trying to help walk her through it.
At 6:38 AM on January 27, I was born. Despite the weather, and help being on it’s way, I could wait no longer. I was named after my grandmother (Alberta), the vet who delivered me, an uncle, and a cousin (Robert).
Two days later, help was able to make it in the form of snowmobiles. And a day after that, the road was cleared enough to get me to the hospital. I made the newspapers, and several of the stranded travelers who got to ‘witness’ and the neighbors all made sure to come see me.
The vet who delivered me passed away a while back, but his wife was a teacher at the school I attended, and she would always make sure to give me a card and a little gift. Now she’s principal at the girls’ school, and this year she sent a card home again. Any time I go to the school, she parades me around, and pronounces me her ‘extra’ child.
Each year, around this time, if we get any snow storms, or good accumulations of snow, they always compare it to that blizzard. It never seems to quite compare, but I’ll always have a very good story to tell about that storm.