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Chicago’s 1967 Big Snow and My Unexpected Love Affair, at 16!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 9:45 am on Wednesday, January 27, 2021

By Robert M. Katzman © January 14, 2018

Fifty years ago on January 27, 1967, the “Big Snow” buried Chicago and I was trapped at my older sister Bonnie’s house because she had a college party and invited me, reluctantly. I was 16 and useless around girls. Shy and clueless. I was so square that I brought some poetry I wrote with me to read in case anyone wanted to hear it. Girls my age weren’t interested at all.

There were maybe 30 people there, half college men. They lived nearby and would have to leave after a while. The remaining 15 girls were from out-of-town and were going to sleep wherever they fell, I guess.

I did read my poetry after a couple of hours went by and was amazed that the girls listened and asked me to read some more. One time-stopping girl in particular. Damn!

A little later, all the lights went out. Soft music was playing on the phonograph, same song, My Love, by Pet Clark, over and over and over. people were pairing up and dancing in the dark.

I was sitting alone on the carpet like a third wheel when that same girl came over and asked me, Mr Cool, if I wanted to dance. I looked up. An older woman, 18.

Tall, long strawberry blonde hair, slender, too beautiful to talk to Bonnie’s little brother. Embarrassed (and dumb) I told her I didn’t know how to dance.

She told me to just put my arms around her and move a little, in the darkness. I did that.

After a while, there were couples lying on the floor and I was worried I’d trip over some of them. When we were the (actual) last couple standing, she asked me if I wanted to neck.

Stunned, I managed to NOT say I had never done that before, but by then, she knew a lot about me, I guess, and since I used to live in that house, I took her up to my old room, which still had a bed. And a door, too. Ok, I wasn’t totally hopeless.

I learned a lot that night. And I learned how good a girl can smell when they are really, really close to you. Oh, and the thing about kissing is that the more you do it, especially with a little help from the other person, you can get better and better at it. And other things, too.

So, trapped by the massive Big Snow, I stayed in Bonnie’s house for three days, spending every second with that stunning woman. 72 hours seemed like just five minutes until she had to go back to Southern Illinois.

Except by then I was hopelessly in love with suave and tall Miss Perfect who knew everything about making a shy kid feel more confident.

Never saw her again. Half a century later, she remains eternally…18.

Don’t even think about her anymore.

Except if its snowing at night in January.

Or not snowing at night in January.

Yeah, she’s forgotten, all right.

Hey, Marilyn (decided to remove her last name, after some heartache), where the hell are you now?

Yes, magic exists. Maybe desperation and acute loneliness appear on certain women’s wave-lengths. Maybe compassion and lust. I have no idea.

Women are the Great Unknown, with invisible powers to attract whom they desire. I was the moth flying to her luminescence. Surrendering.

Hope you all like my story about the one who got away, if you read all the way down to here.

She’s still the older woman now, except I’m almost 68 and I guess she’s 70.

Damn it, I was so crazy about that girl.


(Written 3 years ago, there are now 3 versions of this unforgettable, to me, story of love lost)


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Comment by Bernar

January 27, 2021 @ 10:33 am

simply wonderful. as surprising and special as the big snow, itself. thank you, my brother, cousin. thank you.

Comment by Brad Dechter

January 27, 2021 @ 10:59 am

Great story that brings a smile! Reminds me of my 3 days of partying with my brother while my parents were stuck with my other brother and sister on the north side of Chicago.
Thanks for sharing and the smile!

Comment by Kumari de Silva

January 27, 2021 @ 11:14 am

I like your story! It reminds me of being young and 16 and although I was a girl, I have a similar fond memory of being in a dimly lit party – before everyone had electronics, just enjoying the feelings of youth with another. . . I was only 3 during that ’67 snow storm, but I remember another one that hit in the mid 70s that closed up Chicago for a couple of days

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