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(Above) 25th Street & 50th Avenue in Cicero shortly after a blizzard on January 26-27, 1967. Photo by Jeff Geisler. Chicagoans lamenting the “Blizzard of 2021” burying our streets, alleys, and yards should turn the clock back to their childhoods, when the white stuff was considered a gift from the gods.
21-Feb-21 – In the 1950s and early 1960s on Halsted Street in Old Town, a big January snow was a chance to build a snow fort crowned with a roof of recently discarded Christmas trees. My fort was made from rectangular snow blocks cast from wooden orange crates. The fort even had a window. If the snow was wet and heavy, it was considered “good packing,” which meant it was easy to make great snowballs. Once enough snowballs were stockpiled in the fort, battles could last for days. If you ran out of ammo, the victors rubbed your face in the white stuff. Halsted Street brats also would volley snowballs from their sunken front yards into the open doors of the “Red Devil” electric street cars that rumbled down that busy street. Occasionally, the conductor would jump off the streetcar, cuss at us, and throw a snowball back.
As a young teenager, skitching was considered a great urban sport, especially when side streets were ankle-deep in unplowed snow. Teen boys would hide behind parked cars on Dayton Street and when a car skidded to a stop at Willow Street, two or three lads would stay low and grab a handful of auto bumper and go for a ski-less ride that sometimes lasted a half block. Snow pranks included tying a homemade cloth dummy to a streetlight pole and swinging it out into the snowbound street in front of a slowly moving car. Those nasty pranksters probably grew up to be cops, corporate executives, or newspaper writers. Fast forward to 2021, when Chicago is reeling from more than 40 inches of snow over the past few weeks. After nine consecutive days of snowfall, the city came within a snowflake of beating the 78-year record established in 1943.
2021 may not match the Great Snow of 1967, when cars and buses were frozen in time for days on the Outer Drive. Nor 1979, when Mayor Michael Bilandic’s snow crews fell asleep at the wheel. That snow job debacle led to the election of Mayor Jane Byrne in 1980. Today, our problems include no mail delivery for up to ten days, or the controversial issue of “Dibs,” ownership of a parking space personally dug out by a snow warrior. And where do we dump the snow when parkways and corner intersections are filled? In 1979, the city dumped the excess snow in the Chicago River. Today, some of it is headed to the parking lots around Sox Park, now known as Guaranteed Rate Field. The iceman cometh Then, there is the dreaded threat of gutter ice dams and killer icicles. A diligent Old Town renter called her landlord to report water dripping from the roof into the third-floor hallway. An hour later the handyman reported: “Mr. Don, You have big icicles hanging from your gutter.” About 20 years ago, a giant nine-foot-long icicle fell off the corner of the same building. It was launched like a torpedo, penetrating the old porch decking and continuing on through the roof of a storage room on the basement level. Result: a $9,000 insurance claim.
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