Yeah. In the 1940s, I lived in Allegany County in the Southern Tier, bordering PA. There and in those years two-foot snow was expected in the winter. In 1944 we had 4-foot snow everywhere, not merely sporadic drifts, but total coverage over the whole county. It was a bad time for the troops that faced the Battle of the Bulge in the ETO, from December through February. No "global-warming effect then. In Western New York, sledding was a normally expected months-long experience, with snow from deer-hunting season in mid-November until spring broke about the Ides of March.
From 1948 until 1954 my home was in Monroe County, Honeoye Falls south of Rochester. I really had to bundle up to walk my 96-customer paper route each winter morning. No bike-riding then, for that four-mile walk every weekday. Sure made one fit for sports. Winters are much easier now than at that time 65 years ago. I made extra money shoveling walks around the neighborhood. Of course, doing our own was my expected chore, not Dad's.
In the mid-60s I worked for the Pfaudler Company in Rochester and was a member of the Gates-Chili Volunteer Fire Company. I think it was 1966 or '67 that we had activity-stopping eaves-high snow drifts. In one instance, our emergency vehicle team was able to get a woman in childbirth labor through 20-foot drifts to the hospital in the city itself, before the new babe arrived.
At another time in the 1970s, my parents lived in Buffalo. One winter the whole city was shut down because of the Lake Erie eastern-shore snow dumping that caused impassable drifting. The land bridge between the US and Canada above Niagara Falls, that separates Lake Erie shores and the western part of Lake Ontario, escaped the whole snow-dump effect. Lewiston and Youngstown only had a few inches.
In the '80s I worked in Niagara Falls at Dupont, and lived 20 miles north of it just below Youngstown. I had to take a business trip to California to see customers. On the day I left for that trip in early March, I cleared my sidewalk of three-foot-deep snow in the morning. By 10 AM EDT I left the Buffalo Airport in a non-stop flight to San Diego, had a 5-hour in-flight nap, and by 1:30 PM Pacific time I was cruising down the street to my Sheraton Bar Harbor Island hotel with the rental Chrysler convertible top down, enjoying the high-70s breeze. Spent the afternoon at the outdoors pool. What a life! All in the same day!
Moved to Henrietta (Monroe County) in '62. Got to know all the towns in the area very well as a teenage terror behind the wheel and had a girlfriend who started out in Gates-Chili and ended up out by Sodus Point to the far NE of the city - made for some interesting rides during bad weather in the Winter).
Last time I was back was a few years ago when my Mom passed and still have a brother out in Victor but there's no other remnants of the family in the area.