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History: The winter of ’52 started Jan. 11


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Publisher’s note: This is from the November-December 1972 Lake Tahoe Historical Society newsletter.

By Marie Walsh

Some 100 persons turned out to hear Tahoe’s fabled ‘Winter of 1952’ described at the October meeting of the Lake Tahoe Historical Society.

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“It started to snow on the 11th of January and then it just didn’t quit,” recalled Mrs. Bernhardt. “Even today it’s hard to visualize how deep the snow really was, but to give you an idea – you couldn’t see the houses from the streets, and people were actually skiing off second-story roofs!”

When it first started snowing, Mrs. Bernhardt said that the locals’ main concern was keeping Echo summit open. “We sent the rotary plow up there, but that was to no avail because it got stuck, and Echo was thus closed indefinitely. We then were left with only once plow in the entire South Tahoe area – a push plow—and this was used to keep Hwy. 50 plowed from the Tahoe Sierra Market at the Y, to the Kingsbury Grade intersection. None of the side streets were open during this time, nor was Kingsbury, because that just would have been impossible!”

“With all roads into and out of the basin closed,” she added, “we didn’t have any fresh bread, milk, produce or vegetables. Most of the shelves were bare, but despite this, there was no panic – we didn’t rush off to the store and buy everything in sight like we tend to today because in those days we always used to stock up well in advance of winter. And, no one went hungry because the women baked bread everyday and, most of all, everyone shared. We did a lot of cross-country skiing that winter!”

Among those in the audience who stressed how helpful and cooperative people were that winter was Marie Plimpton, who told of the time that a local resident was thought to have had appendicitis, Mrs. Plimpton said that after Dr. Neff had skied over to the home of his patient, and had found her condition to be serious, he notified the Coast Guard – it was then that 150-200 residents all went out to beat down a path out to the lake so that Betty Hogan could be transported to the waiting plane in a toboggan.

Del Laine mentioned that “people on the outside were more nervous than those stranded at the lake.” She said that one of Bob Wakeman’s favorite stories of that winter concerns the time that several of the locals were down a Fenn Barkley’s market when, all of a sudden, they saw a plane circling overhead. After a packaged bundle was dropped in the woods behind the market, those that ere there put on their skis and took off to see what it was, thinking perhaps that it might be fresh meat. “It wasn’t meat at all, but bundle of the Lake Tahoe News [which were then printed in Minden, Nev.] telling us we were snowed in.”

And Ann Celio, who was one of those actually ‘snowed-out’ during those 28 days, spoke of the time that she and her husband were told that Echo was finally going to be opened. “We made it as far as Frog Pond, to about where Echo Creek crosses the highway, and found that the plow hadn’t opened the road any farther east. Norm go out of the car and asked the snow plow operator if he could ride with him to our home so that he could get his plow and help clear out more of the area. When they reached the corner of Sawmill Road and Highway 50, they came across 16 or 17 cars buried in the snow, an filled with half-frozen people.”

“Evidently,” Mrs. Celio continued, “quite a few residents had been stranded inside Ethel’s Pie Shop that snowy afternoon, and when the fuel oil inside the building had run out, they’d all gotten into the cars and turned on the motors to keep warm. By the time the two men had found the cars, though, the snow had just about buried the cars and the gasoline was exhausted. Norm said the visibility was zero, and that it took from 8 p.m. to 2 a.m. to get those cars out.

“Many still ask if we were frightened that winter,” said Mrs. Bernhardt. “There were a great many hardships, I’ll admit, but I guess we were just having too much fun to worry.”

“As I look back on it, I remember it as a time of sharing, real neighborliness and a time of getting together and doing things with all our friends. Sometimes it takes a catastrophe to get people to live this way, but of course a winter like this would never happen again because of our modern snow plow equipment.”

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  1. Tammy says - Posted: January 11, 2011

    I just loved this. It warmed my heart again in that there were and still are folks like that, like me. Tears of sadness and joy all at the same time and I think this is what community is all about. Gratitudes for the reinspiration. That is why I love Lake Tahoe.

  2. dbo says - Posted: January 11, 2011

    Great artical, we need constant reality checks, people seem to complain about every little inconvience
    (the plow left a berm, or we didn,t get a paper today), living in snow country comes that way.

  3. Robert Fleischer says - Posted: January 11, 2011

    When the town ran out of most foodstuffs, DC3’s with food landed at the old airport, next to Kayle Drive. People were deer hunting for food. The old Barkleys food lockers behind Herbert/50 were about empty of anything.
    Harvey’s Wagon Wheel was “the” place for meeting. My cousins had a Model A Ford, with the old metal Kelsey-Hayes wheels having the tires removed, and what was probably re-bar, on the wheels, like a tractor. That is how they got around.
    I was about 14 or 15 years old when I had my first trip to Tahoe, came up on a White passenger bus, from Sacramento. I was very new to SNOW, having lived most of my life in L.A. I got a huge taste of snow immediately.
    I won’t say too much, but Harvey Gross said he would sell a certain young kid a bottle of whiskey to bribe a certain DC3 pilot to take him to Sacramento. The kid had been stranded here. The kid, thinking quickly, bought two bottles. His father, in Sacramento, gave him a big hug, after not seeing him for two+ weeks…found the unopened bottle….and gave him a whupp’n.
    I think I remember that kid. Memories have faded…but, such is how I remember things.

    I’ve been a permanent resident at SLT for 38+ years now. Haven’t seen any storm dump that much snow in such a short time, since that ’52 Winter. The townsfolk were MUCH tighter back then too.

    Bob

  4. Kim says - Posted: January 11, 2011

    It was fun to read the story and the comments. I agree with the fact that the town was much tighter back then. Thank you for reprinting this!

  5. Pamela Sauer says - Posted: January 11, 2011

    Loved the story of Tahoe back in the day. Those seem to be the times when the best of humankind comes forth. Bob, loved your story too. Having worked at Harvey’s for years I can imagine “Mr. Gross” asking that certain kid to see if he could hitch a ride!!

  6. Dennis Cocking says - Posted: January 13, 2011

    My family moved to Lake Tahoe in 1960 to open a restuarant that we operated for many years. This article represented the Tahoe I remembered growing up in. Lots of independent can-do mountain folks that relished the challenge that living in the snow country brought. There was a great sense of community, very little whining, and you just shoveled the berm and were happy the plow showed up! Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t perfect, but it sure was fun. My, how times have changed.

  7. Steve Rahbeck says - Posted: January 13, 2011

    Your article brings back great memories as I was born during that winter of 1952. When my mother(irene plimpton) went into labor my father Spec Rahbeck loaded her into one of his concrete trucks(he operated the Nevada Lumber Co.) as this was one of the few vehicles that could plow its way through the snow and drove my mother to carson city were I was born. When they returned the side streets had still not been plowed so my father parked on highway 50 and they began the long trek on foot thru the snow to our home in Al Tahoe. Tahoe’s inconvienances of today seem to pale in comparison to those of 1952. I never heard my parents complain once about the winter of ’52 as I think they were just happy to be here as we all are.

  8. Laurie says - Posted: January 13, 2011

    I just love hearing and reading about the rich history here in Lake Tahoe so this story was welcomed. I, too, am disheartened to hear the complaining and even name calling of our busy snow plow drivers just because a small berm might be left. We are so fortunate to live and work in this beautiful area and the small blips are part and parcel of this gift.