By Mike Sunderland
Thoughts from a Grey-Haired Point of View 

The Blizzard of '68

 

The winter after the great Fairbanks flood of the previous year was memorable.

Mother Nature was not finished with us. She must have known that I would soon be leaving Alaska for good and she wanted to make sure I would remember what it was like.

I’ve read stories of blizzards on the Great Plains, but nothing I have read, or experienced since has come close to the one that hit Fairbanks in 1968, my last winter in Alaska (except one I experienced in Kansas in 1954).

At the time I was working in the small goods warehouse of J.C. Penney. Earlier in the year I obtained a temporary job helpi...



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