The following is from NANCY SANKEY-JONES:

I was caught in that storm while spending the night with friends in 96th Street. My home was then in New York. I saw a man for 11/2 hours trying to cross 96th Street. We watched him start, get 1/4 way across and then flung back against the building on the corner. The last time he tried it, he was caught up in a whirl of snow and disappeared from our view. The next morning 7 horses, policemen, and his brother charged the drift and his body was kicked out of the drift. When I returned to 104th Street and West End Avenue I walked in the 2nd story window.

. . . And I also remember the last of the snow was being melted the last week in April by building fires under the mounds of snow-hollowed out in the middle."