Favourite snow memories

Not my favourite, per se, but my most recent would be last winter, when it didn't snow anywhere near me.

That time it snowed.

Maximus Black Gas wrote: »

The big snow of '62.

My father always talks about that. The plumbing froze up in the National school he attended and the children had to be kept home for three weeks.

East Mayo was blankteted in snow back in 2009 and 2010. For weeks it was almost impossible to drive anywhere off the main roads.

I don't remember there being heavy snowfall where I was in 2010 (Tipp). It was just incredibly cold with vicious frosts and ice and the temp barely getting over freezing during the daytime and getting down to -10 at night.

It was certainly an experience, probably won't see the likes of it again in Ireland for a long time.

Or at least I hope not, one of the few good things about our climate are the mild winters.

This has to be my favourite Snow memory:

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Every single year someone predicts "the worst winter ever", or "the hottest summer ever".

Instead of the Irish weather which is usually a bit of everything and usually all on the same day while you're outside trying to carry in the shopping.

Carnacalla wrote: »

What are your favourite memories of snow?

That's dead easy! Back when I was fourteen; Mate and I were walking along a straight country road. Sensibly, we walked in single file. Me bringing up the rear. Not so sensibly, on reflection, we were walking with our backs to the traffic direction. Maybe we'd just emerged onto the roadside? What ever.

I was talking to Kev' and he was replying to me. Then, all in a split second, a big snowball exploded squarely against the dead central back of my head!!! And, even as it's registering that I've just been whacked with a snowball, a motor sped past, a roar of jubilant cheers erupting from the open window.

And I'll bet, to this day, the guy who managed that perfect head shot, from a fast moving motor, is still reliving the glorious moment. It was a fantastic achievement and I salute the lad!

When I was 8 in 1982, we had a huge snowfall. I remember the day it started my nana said it wouldn't stick. By night it was drifting at our back door (it was higher than the floor level of the kitchen and hallway)
I was so excited watching the build up out the bathroom window that I snuck downstairs in my nighty and opened the back door and about 6 foot of drift snow fell in on top of me holy fcuk says I and started screaming I was beat sideways cos dad and granda had to shovel the snow back out and it was snowing in the door too. We were off school for a few weeks and I remember having to use powdered milk cos they couldn't get the milk off the farms. My biggest memory is frozen fingers and toes and burnt mouth from the tea ..