I lived in Brockton at the time, and we had great winds. Branches were flying everywhere.
The problems was that I was expected to get 18" of paste whipped around by 70mph winds. I was so pumped. Even my parents were telling me how this may be the biggest snow storm that I have seen yet. I was a pumped up 13yr old weenie. Blizzard warnings were issued.
I woke up I think near 4am and it was snowing and snowing heavy. The snow caked onto everything and the wind seemed like it would flatten every tree. It was around 9am or so, where the precip lightened and it turned into this weird sleet like snow, that wasn't accumulating. My temp went up just a bit too. I think I got dryslotted somehow and the marine layer made a second push west across se mass. 18" turned into about 6" with not much precip falling the rest of the day. When I saw areas like Walpole just to my nw get buried with snow...and ORH getting 3'....I wanted to cry...I swear. I thought that was the chance of me finally getting the big snow like my parents always talked about. I was already c*ck teased by the cape blizzards in the 80s.
That storm though was a beast and I enjoyed the insane aspects that went along with it. However, that storm will be remembered for one thing....it broke the back of our crappy winters.