Everyone has a story, some are of shivering for four days without power, spending most of that time in bed trying to read when there was enough light. But many storm stories are of helpful neighbors, friends, family. In the relatively affluent areas where most of the people I've been talking to live, usually a neighbor had a generator, or the house had a fire place that kept at least one room comfortable.
Some have to deal with burst pipes, many discovered that cell phones are not so wonderful when there's no power to recharge them -- someone remarked to me on the second day being "powerless" -- "About now everyone's losing their cell phone power." And it was true. How quickly we begin to take our conveniences for granted! How stunned we are when we have to cope without light and heat and are housebound.
The majority of people I've been talking to are older people -- my generation. They have long lost the young person's sense of adventure -- and the ability to pursue it -- when one could strike out through the drifts to visit friends, or just to enjoy a different world outside. They are, however, philosophical and grateful for the helping hands that cleared their drives, the kind neighbors who provided a bed while the neighbor slept on a sofa or in a sleeping bag.
And now we are putting it behind us, going on with our lives and our sense of privilege for having electricity. Cell phones, microwaves, efficient heating systems will once again become things we take for granted. Comfort makes the memory short.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!