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I remember the winter of 1963. I was 14 and was doing paper rounds in it.
There were snowdrifts stopping gates opening,, but everyone got their paper.
1963 was the worst most people can remember, I was 12 and I had a paper round too. Everybody in the street cleared and salted their own stretch of pavement in those days, nobody waited for the council to do anything. The local cubs and scouts were out in force making sure the old folks got their shopping and had enough to eat and enough coal to keep warm. The estate we lived in didn't get any side roads cleared and were traffic free for weeks on end, only the main road to the shops, church and school were cleared by the council. Never saw such community spirit before or since, or so many snowmen.
Funny commodity, Snow, as a kid, my mother couldn't drag me indoors away from the stuff; now I have to be dragged out into it. As a kid, Me, the toboggan and the dog, spent hours outside in the snow.......only to spend ages, when I came in, soaking my feet in a bowl of warm water to thaw them out. Several years ago, down here, I left for work at 7.00 am and was back home at 11.00 am. My other half asked what I was doing home, I told her I'd only made it 2 miles and got stuck in a " white out " with everybody else; I'd phoned work and they told me to go home..........it had taken me the rest of the 4 hours to get there. Our village has been cut of several times over the last 20 years.......these bones aren't getting any younger and like it warm these days.
I can remember coming over from Jersey to stay with relatives for a while in Paignton when I was 12. Lots of snow came, the area being quite remote where the snow stayed for ages. They had a long driveway. I went to the top slid all the way down straight into a flowerpot. Head first. 
My nickname from then on was 'flowerpot'. 
If I remember correctly, the dog used to look like this and I didn't look much better...........what a pair we were.
I wasn't born in 1963, so I obviously don't recall that.
The worse winters I've encountered were in Shetland. 2009 was really bad. I lived in an isolated cottage along a single track road. The 100 yard driveway was really steep as the cottage was part way up a hillside, so I had to park the car at the bottom and walk up. Eventually it got so bad that the road also became undriveable and the cars wheels just spun out, so I had to park my car just off the main road and walk the 2 miles along the road each morning and night. I was lit only by the moonlight and my torch, there was no phone signal and very rarely any other people. If I'd had slipped and hurt myself, I'd have been a gonna! There were frequent bilzzards that year and driving in a white out is no fun; you can hardly see in front of you, but can't stop because someone would probably run into the back fo you.
A local told me that I would get snowed in there and coming from a city, I thought no, this is 2009, no one gets snowed in any more! 
The following year I flew in from Inverness quite late because we were stranded there for 2 days. We eventually took off and had to land in Orkney before flying onward. It was late at night and the airport was 30 miles from my home. The gritters on Shetland stopped working at 6pm each night so I knew it was going to be bad...... and it was. My car was quite sporty and the front spoiler acted more like a snow plough than a roadholding device. 40 minutes and just 5 miles later I gave up and settled down to sleep in the car that night and until the gritters turned up the next morning. I phoned a friend to let them know where I was and like a couple of superheroes they came and rescued me! 
