I remember this very well even though I was a teen. My family was at our cottage at Bear Lake, Hillsdale MI for some kind of family get-together. For some reason the adults decided they had to get home rather than stay warm and safe at the cottage. We left before dark.
I remember the snow coming down like as a white curtain and then the wind blowing drifts the size of a double-wide on either side of the "road" we couldn't see to being with. It was frightening for the adults, but I can remember it was kind of a thrill for me being a dumb kid.
By around 10-11pm we eventually made it to US20 (Central Ave. for you city-folk) not far from Morenci, MI when the snow got too deep to continue. There were dozens of cars stranded. It wasn't too long until we started to see these people on snowmobiles going to each car. They were local farmers and townspeople there to rescue us crazy travelers!
We were directed by a man in a snowsuit and Arctic Cat to follow him into town (Morenci) to his mother's home. When we got there, we found about 15-20 other rescued travelers.
The lady of the house had warm soup and cookies for everyone. We spent the night on the couches, chairs, floors - wherever we could find a spot. I, being a kid, thought it was the coolest thing!
The next morning we were invited down the street to the VFW post for a hot breakfast until the roads were cleared enough to move on.
This was the most significant memory I have of that blizzard, not the week off school or playing in the snow. After all, I had an adventure to remember the rest of my life.