Yes, the winter of 1948/49 was a hard freeze.  That was the year that one 
of the neighborhood teenagers drove a car onto Blue Lake and the year
that I knocked out my front (baby) teeth having turned over my tricycle
on the ice.

The next year ('49/'50) was the big blizzard that socked us in longer
than most because of the one way in/out that was the Blue Lake area at
the time.  The east wind would continually build drifts under the
railroad overcrossing and cut us off.  Fun, though.  I was too young to
be bothered (except that I got sick).

Barbara Albert
now in San Francisco