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Twenty-nine years ago today, on Wednesday, July 13, 1977, a blackout started in New York City that lasted overnight into the next afternoon.
I was seven years old at the time, and I remember the blackout somewhat. According to official reports, events leading to the blackout started at 8:37 PM, and the city was plunged into darkness at roughly 9:30 PM. My brothers and I were in our bedroom, reading by the light of the lamp on the bureau of drawers, when suddenly the light went out. I don't recall if we panicked or not. According to my memories, my father came into the room within seconds with a lit candle in a holder.
The 1977 blackout is infamous for the looting and riots that took place. Ensconced in our house in Forest Hills, none of that affected me. We got the news over a battery-powered radio and then somehow managed to get to sleep that night. My memory tells me that it was a hot night.
I don't recall much of the next day except that we did wait for the power to return. I do remember how we discovered that we had power again. I was outside, standing near the gate and tunnel that led into Forest Close, of which my house was a part. (Basically, the entire block consisted of houses that surrounded a locked in common area of grass and trees.) The tunnel contained a light, and although it was a bright mid-afternoon, we saw that the light had suddenly gone on again. We went back into our house, and sure enough, the power had returned.
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I was seven years old at the time, and I remember the blackout somewhat. According to official reports, events leading to the blackout started at 8:37 PM, and the city was plunged into darkness at roughly 9:30 PM. My brothers and I were in our bedroom, reading by the light of the lamp on the bureau of drawers, when suddenly the light went out. I don't recall if we panicked or not. According to my memories, my father came into the room within seconds with a lit candle in a holder.
The 1977 blackout is infamous for the looting and riots that took place. Ensconced in our house in Forest Hills, none of that affected me. We got the news over a battery-powered radio and then somehow managed to get to sleep that night. My memory tells me that it was a hot night.
I don't recall much of the next day except that we did wait for the power to return. I do remember how we discovered that we had power again. I was outside, standing near the gate and tunnel that led into Forest Close, of which my house was a part. (Basically, the entire block consisted of houses that surrounded a locked in common area of grass and trees.) The tunnel contained a light, and although it was a bright mid-afternoon, we saw that the light had suddenly gone on again. We went back into our house, and sure enough, the power had returned.
References:
Copyright © Michael Burstein
I respectfully dispute the starttime
Date: 2006-07-13 11:57 am (UTC)Re: I respectfully dispute the starttime
Date: 2006-07-13 12:21 pm (UTC)Re: I respectfully dispute the starttime
Date: 2006-07-13 12:25 pm (UTC)Re: I respectfully dispute the starttime
Date: 2006-07-13 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 12:41 pm (UTC)(By the way, um, that icon kinda violates my journal policy against obscenity in comments...)
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Date: 2006-07-13 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-13 01:15 pm (UTC)BTW, I also remember the gas lines. I was totally bummed that the gas crises hit right before I got my driver's license. The speed limits were lowered and the rpice of gas went up (but I wish that I could pay those prices now...)
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Date: 2006-07-13 02:59 pm (UTC)We had to toss everything out when we got home. The fridge was a science experiment.
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Date: 2006-07-13 03:33 pm (UTC)And being vaguely disappointed I'd missed it all. I was, after all, not quite fourteen.