Ray Hill’s memories of the Blizzard of ’77 read a bit like a police blotter: factual, with little emotion.
Perhaps it’s a generational thing. “We had the Depression, the war, the plants all closed, and then the storm in ’77.”
Especially in light of the blizzards and deadly snow events we’ve seen in Western New York in the last year or so, it’s almost impossible to talk about the facts of the Blizzard of ’77 without the talk's swelling with emotion. Hill saved the sort of emotion you’d expect from “The Greatest Generation” for the last paragraph of the story.
"The common recollection of Jan. 28, 1977, was of the storm's fury. But in retrospect, it is also about the heroic efforts of a community that, when confronted by disaster, opened its doors and hearts to provide shelter and share what they had with upwards of 100,000 strangers who might otherwise have perished."