Thank you for the attachments, Unc
My father told me, when I asked him about it, that it started, got heavy and just kept going. Surface transportation ground to a halt. Many of the trolly lines, still active in the city, certainly weren’t going anywhere. My dad said he hated the snow, yet he was the first one outside when the flakes started to fall. When snow was on the ground a week or so after Christmas, he would create a snow bank, place our large dried discarded tree in it and light it up. Made for quite a brief show on Bay Ridge Oarkway/75th st. Christmas tree burning was a ritual in those days, probably a felony today. Dad was a closet weenie but until his last dat with us, I would never have had the courage to tell him.. As always .....