I know it's now slightly late for this post (seeing how all the snow has practically gone!) But I thought I might post it now anyway.
Last week, when the country was swamped with snow, BBC Southeast today did a special feature highlighting the 30th Anniversary of the great snow storm of 1987.
I knew it happened at some point
in 1987, and therefore I knew that the 30th anniversary would occur at some point this year about January/February time, but when that came on I was a little surprised because the actual date itself somewhat crept up on me in that regard.
For me it's something of a 'double' anniversary.
I was seven years old at the time. I can remember the thick icy snow when it occurred, and it was really
deep! We had a wooden sledge, and we would play for hours outside.
One of the games we played was throwing snowballs at the big icicles that hung from the guttering on our house.
My father had to walk for miles to the nearest shop just to get a pint of milk for my (then) 2 year old baby brother.
But for me the memory that comes to me the most was that my family and I walked all the way into Rochester, trudging through the knee-deep snow, to get to a shoe shop, where we all brought brand-new wellington boots!
And wearing the new boots we all walked all the way back again!
The other anniversary is this: This was the year that my family moved to Rochester from Walderslade.
According to my parents, we were supposed to have moved before Christmas 1986, and we had started packing up and boxing most of our stuff.
However, the owners of the house that we were supposed
to have moved into had run into a few problems of their own (I've never found out what the problems were) and so they had to delay their move (and by extension ours) for a few weeks.
My parents were somewhat disappointed (but understood the reason), and so, apparently, they unpacked all the Christmas decorations and we had Christmas in our 'old' house.
And after the New Year they packed everything up again!
I can still remember the actual day of the move itself, the van pulling up, seeing our new road from the back seat of our car, walking into our living room for the first time and seeing the electric fire place...
And even the fact that, when we arrived we had to wait in the car for half an hour because the previous owners had for some reason had forgotten to hand over the keys and my father had to get them from the estate agent.
And within days
of arriving and unpacking that's when the snowing started...
So whilst we were outside playing my parents were inside still sorting the boxes of stuff and putting things away.
Unfortunately none of us can remember the EXACT
date in January 1987 when that move occurred. I thought that the date itself was written down in one of our photo albums but I've looked and I don't think it is.
I remember that it was snowing shortly after we had arrived, and seeing how the anniversary was last week it must have occurred within the last week or so.
And again, even though I knew that it happened in 1987, the date itself has crept up on me and taken me by surprise last week.
Either way, looking back at it now with my own memories, I still can't believe it's been 30 YEARS (3 DECADES) since that happened.
It seems so long ago now...