A collection of narratives from survivors of the Blizzard of 1888, which dumped 50 inches of snow across the northeast over a 2-day period. When I was a kid, my grandparents had an elderly neighbor (she died at 104) who had lived through the storm in Connecticut. She told us how her father dug a tunnel from the house to the barn to feed the animals and of people who froze to death in the storm.
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Prompt: I‘m a Disaster