
1. When I was growing up in Fargo, ND, I don't recall school being closed very often for bad weather. It only happened during an actual, meteorologically verifiable Blizzard: heavy snowfall, high winds (35 mph), 1/4 mile visibility--something like this:
2. Fargo had enough of these, but if one happened on the weekend, we were out of luck.
3. Almost nobody rode to school on a school bus in those days. Because I lived half a block from the 1 mile cut-off for ridership, I had to walk. So people who decided to close the schools didn't have to worry about the streets being closed. But when I woke up on a school day, and I could hear the weather stripping HOWLING, chances are it was a blizzard, and if so, there would be no school that day!!
4. Huzzah!! So, what did we do? We went outside to play in the snow!! We built snow forts, dug caves in the biggest, tallest drifts, and slid down them, too. The snow was too dry to make good snowmen or snowballs, but we had fun. And we were out of the house. Some of us shoveled our walks (and our neighbors's walks). Nobody drove a car during the WWII years, so we didn't have to shovel any driveways. The only traffic was the city bus, which ran about every hour/half hour, and we would catch rides on the ice-covered streets by grabbing the bumper when it stopped for a stop sign.
5. Here and now, there is no snow outside, no wind. I can see way across the street, and the schools started 2 hours late. This is what it looks like now: