The flood of memory

I am currently reading the book, Crafting the Personal Essay: a Guide for Writing and Publishing Creative Nonfiction by Dinty W. Moore.As part of the book, Professor Moore has writing exercises. This is the third.

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This is an exercise in memory. Take 10 minutes and mine the details of a memory. My classmates have been talking about the blizzard of 1975. There have been other blizzards since, but this one was really memorable for me. 
One of the first things I remember are the losses. The storm turned out to be much worse than predicted, and at least one cattle feeder lost most of the animals in his feed lot at the time.  What don't remember, but have found a link, is that it made national news. 

I remember Dad couldn't get my pony into the barn with the other horses, we have a photo of her standing on a drift ABOVE the machine shed. She was too mean to perish in such a storm. 

I remember the farm was out of power for two weeks and I had to stay at my grandparents in town, yet I don't recall anyone caterwauling about the power company not doing enough to get power restored....

Our family hobby was snowmobiling, I remember as a family, we went to check on all our neighbors after the storm and  went to town on the snowmobiles to get groceries for everyone.

I remember snow drifts as tall as the trees, and power poles nearly enveloped in snow.  Which a google check shows why, 90 mile an hour winds, added to lots of snow, and it was one of the top 10 worst storms of the century.   

I look out the window at the bare dusting of snow on the ground today, it doesn't even look like real snow, it looks like fake TV snow, and remember the snows of my childhood, including and especially the Blizzard of 1975.