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CLEVELAND - During the week of Jan. 26, 1978, a major blizzard struck Ohio and the Great Lakes.
Ohio, as well as several surrounding states, was shut down for a week.
As OhioHistory.org describes it: "The worst winter storm in Ohio history struck before dawn on Thursday, January 26, 1978. The Blizzard of ’78 continued through Thursday and into Friday. Transportation, business, industry, and schools were closed statewide for two days with the normal pace of society not returning to the state for five days. Atmospheric pressure fell to 28.28 inches at Cleveland, the lowest ever recorded in Ohio, as the center of the blizzard crossed Ohio. This rapidly intensifying storm pulled bitterly cold air across Ohio on winds of 50 to 70 mph. These conditions, combined with heavy snow and blowing of deep snow already on the ground, caused extreme blizzard conditions all across Ohio. Enormous snowdrifts covered cars and houses, blocked highways and railways, and closed all airports for two days."
While more than 5,000 members of the Ohio National Guard worked tirelessly to clear roads and help electric crews, 45 helicopters went on more than 2,700 rescue missions. Volunteers took stranded doctors and nurses to area hospitals on snowmobiles and four-wheel drive vehicles.
A total of 51 people died, making the Blizzard of 1978 the deadliest winter storm in Ohio.
Read more: http://www.newsnet5.com/dpp/weather/winter/Blizzard-of-1978-34-years-ago-this-week#ixzz2J5jo2oye |
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Memory Lane---What were YOU doing?
Labels:
Growing Up,
History,
Memories,
Nature,
Ohio,
Seasons,
Snow,
The Good Old Days,
Weather,
Winter
Friday, January 25, 2013
Unending Soapbox
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Labels:
America,
Commom Sense,
Economy,
Elections,
gripes,
Inspiration,
New Hampshire,
News,
Observations,
Politics,
Truth
Charities
When there's such an abrupt denial as shown below, I can't help but wonder how many back pockets are being filled from those who lost the class action suits. Oh well, just another case of arrogance by those who were elected. Obviously, this is Ohio, but I'm certain other states could use the help.
By the way, might there be other instances?
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Thursday, January 24, 2013
One of the Things I do When I'm not doing Other Things
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Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas, World!
Lotts Creek Community School: Alice Slone's 1st Classroom (Circa 1930), in the Appalachian Mountains, just outside of Hazard, Kentucky |
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
NIGHT BEFORE CRISSMUSS IN WARSAW
Vos da nite before Crissmuss in my Polish howse. I sneke downda stairs, yoost quiet like a mowse.
Da whole rest of famlee in bed all asleep, while visions of nut rolls trew heads of dem creep.
Wurk sox Mama hung by chimley with care, in hopes dat St. Stosh soon vill be dair.
While over in korner is silly to see, dumplings and kielbassa hang frum da tree.
Denn comes diss big bang making howse start ta shudder, an sum nut lands onna roof an breaks da rain gutter.
He wiggle downa chimley and swears cuz its tight. I hides behind 12 packs way outta site.
He lands inna fireplace, skorching white hair, on bustid up bowling pin still burning dair.
He climbs out an I peaks to get good look. Yoost like pichers in mine histree book.
He gots vodka glazed eyes an stummick like bubble, with 5 days old beard and soot onna stubble.
Wearing biggist tennis shoes I ever saw, he lost alla da buttins off his old Mackinaw.
He won't ketch kold, Polish Santa's no dope, cuz tying coat tagedder is old peece of rope.
I tries not ta laff but give a few snikkers, when I sees da big patch onna seat of his knickers.
Diss is shure Polish Santa I knows widdout fear, cuz he heads for da kichfin and opinz warm beer.
When finished wit 6 pak, he give a big smirk, reechiz inta potato sack an goes rite ta wurk.
Now, under da tree he is startin to set, most byooteeful prezzints a Polack kin get.
Dairs new bred baskit an shuvvil fer brudder, a bright red babooshka an pick-ax fer mudder.
6 quartz vodka to make papa gay. Oy, might be big trubble in our howse to pay.
For baby I know he ain't missed her, when I sees pretty things he leaves for my sister.
Won't she be happy troo da spring anna summer, witt pipe rench an plunger, so she can play plumber.
Denn bote my eyes brighten an heart fills witt glee, wen I sees tings Polish Santa leaves ME.
Dairs wurk gloves and sledge hamnmer, my faverit tool, to wurk hard for boss when I flunks outta skule.
Witt new thermos jug, cabbage supe cannot spill, when I carries lunch onna way to stele mill.
He chugs 5 more beers an makes a wide grin. I kin see ware da foam runs offa his chin.
Giving some burps, up da chimley he rose, while I quickly got inta alla my clothes.
I must see him leave, so's I rushes outside, an looks toward da roof, while in bushes I hide.
An what does I see as I looks troo da twigs, rusty old garbage cart pulled by 8 stinky pigs.
Polish Santa jumps in an gives dem a yell. Come on alla youse, don't yoost sit dair an smell.
On Stella, on Stanley, on Walter an Joe, an alla youse whose names I don't know.
Fly over da junk yard an turn ta da right. Let's visit all peeples before I gets tight.
Den I heard him say as he flew over me, "I'm da only old Polack who gives things for free!"
copyright 12-15-85 Bob Jaskolka
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Do Not Call Lists
?!?WHAT?!?
All of a sudden, I'm getting calls from solicitors, not Sarah Palin, wanting to sell me anything and everything. The "Do Not Call" form on the computer has a link wherein you can file a complaint. The form asks if you requested removal. BUT...these wise #!!**&#!s have circumvented the ruling in this fashion: When you pick up the phone, you hear nothing. When you say, "Hello," the taped message begins and it does NOT identify the company. When you request removal from their list, the call is immediately disconnected. Therefore, you can't name them on the complaint form. If you try to redial the number, you get a "Not In Service" message. All I can suggest is that you say nothing if you have Caller ID and don't recognize the number, but that doesn't mean they won't try later. If anyone has a suggestion or 3, kindly pass it along.
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