I was 17, and was working in Niagara Falls as a helper on a RC Cola truck delivering pop to supermarkets. The weather turned and we decided to quit and head home in the early afternoon. It was too late - it was already a whiteout, roads were jammed and cars had trouble moving through the heavy snow. I was running out of gas, so I pulled into a bar and went inside. I talked to some people and a guy offered to drive me to a nearby Howard Johnson's so I could get a room and ride out the storm. I was stuck there for three days - ended up going literally stir-crazy, playing basketball by shooting vending machine popcorn into the wastebasket.
Finally, it cleared just enough for my sister and her boyfriend to come and rescue me. It took them a few hours to get from Clarence to the motel on Niagara Falls Blvd. We got my car, got gas and made the slow, treacherous trip back home.
For the next week, we did the same thing every day - got a sled, walked 3/4 of a mile to the Niagara County Produce store at Transit and Millersport and got a case of Genny Cream Ale pounders. We played cards (including weird games called Mille Bornes and Michigan Rummy), and then hooked the sled to a rope tied to the back bumper of the car and drove down the road luge style. I remember seeing a wire sticking up out of a snow bank and dug it out to find it was a car antenna. No one was inside, thank God.
It was a lifetime experience and my sister ended up eventually marrying her boyfriend. He stayed with us during the storm, until my mother told him "It's April - you can leave now!"