The air grew filled with snowflakes so huge and thick it was almost impossible to see across the street. But as the day wore on this characteristic blasé attitude vanished. But the city, used to ignoring all natural phenomena and reassured by a weather forecast of “occasional flurries,” went about its business. By the time most New Yorkers were going to work the blanket lay three inches deep. “At 3:20 in the morning it began to snow in New York City. Here, we remember the Great Blizzard of 1947 with some photos that ran in LIFE, and many others that were never published in the magazine.Īs LIFE put it to its readers in its Jan. In New York City, where the snow fell quietly, and steadily, for hours and hours, several LIFE photographers stepped out of the magazine’s offices, cameras in hand, and recorded the scene. In December 1947, a huge, historic storm dumped record levels of snow on the northeastern United States. There’s concern, certainly, about our families, our neighbors, our power and heat, our ability to get out and about in the snow and its aftermath, but there can also be a pure, underlying excitement. Memories of those blessed, reprieves from school “Snow day!” undoubtedly plays a part in the collective excitement, and whether it’s in a vast metropolis or a remote, small town, the prospect of a blizzard can elicit, along with some apprehension, great anticipation, a sense of thrill. Something about snowstorms brings out the kid in most of us.
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