Monday, Mar 12, 1888 When I went out to breakfast this morning the wildest imaginable scene confronted me. It was snowing and blowing a gale and I could hardly keep my feet. At least a foot of snow had fallen and I only got over to Marys with great fatigue. The storm has raged on all day with a violence I never saw equaled. All traffic has been suspended. None of the streetcars have run nor even the elevated roads. I managed to struggle up to the Academy to meet the selection committee, but no one came except Church, Magrath, Dielman and Beckwith and we adjourned until tomorrow. I thought I would go from there to Ortgies to settle with them but on coming out of the Academy the storm was raging with such violence I was glad to wade and flounder back to Mary's where I have been all day with her and Sara. This evening I came around to the club a little while and then to my studio. The storm shows no abatement. There is something frightful in being out in the streets and when I finally reached the studio building I waded through the snow up to my waist. This is by far the wildest storm I remember and at least two feet of snow have fallen.
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