I was also 10 years old in 1963 (1953 must have been a good year!) and can remember how my Dad had to dig a path to our back gate so he could go to work at 6 am but by the time my sister & I were due to leave for school at about 8:30 am we were snowed in again!!
My Mum can remember 1947 and relates a story about how it was so cold that it cracked the glass in the big clock on the wall - to this day it has a big crack right down the middle!
Rose
