
Till that storm, helping my dad with the snow removal largely consisted of staying out of the way while he ran our behemoth of a snow blower. Mom would say "perhaps you should help your dad." I could sincerely reply "I am" while watching tv. This made sense as the snowblower was a big one and the last thing you needed while running it was somebody else "helping" at one end of the driveway.
This was mammoth snow and the blowing made things impressive until you had to move them. My childhood had such an odd shape that a roughly eight foot wall formed outside the back door, but left enough of a canal to the garage that we could make it to the garage to access our "Battery of snow-fighting equipment."
The winds made it a multiple day chore, but by the time the worst was over, I was an ace snowblower pilot and using that on those Florida bound neighbors, who are still stuck listening to everybody else's Blizzard tales.
My longtime partner and crime used the almost two weeks off from school on some arctic architectural pursuits, constructing a snow fort still legendary in its expanse, two floors, complete with slide to get from the balcony level down to the mezzanine.
Even the neighborhood bully was impressed

I can't say as I remember really anything from then I was like 5ish, anything I might know as a memory I was told so.........
Drifts were high enough we could walk to the top of my folks garage. Funniest episode was the way it was played out on tv. It was such a unique thing that the media went a little nuts (by late 70s standards) and an uncle who called from Philly panic striken for us didn't count on being ridiculed by all the people my folks invited over on the third night. Uncle: "Are you guys okay?" My Dad: "I think we are running a little low on beer."
Granted we lived in RI and not Buffalo, but even so my parents still talk about that storm. I was only a baby, but a friend of my mom's went into labor and had to get to the hospital during it. But yes, I've always loved the stories of "snow up to the second story windows" and having to dig tunnels to get out the door.
Great story & photos, (e:MrMike)! Too bad that amazing architecture didn't get preserved in film.