My father grew up just outside of Dubuque, Iowa and often talked about that storm. His family was running out of coal and his dad took their two Belgian draft horse to get coal with a large wood sled. Said his dad almost didn't make it home because the horses were exhausted and stopped about a half mile from the house. He took them across the fields because most of the snow blew off in the wind. He managed to get the horses back to the barn or the horses would have froze to death in the cold and wind.
They lived on High Ridge Road in Joe Davies Co. Illinois. The "High Ridge" name for the road was because it was the highest road around, with nothing to block the wind. Said it howled for days and was the only storm he ever encountered that was on par with the mid-west blizzard of 78, which we lived through in Ohio. That is the one I'll never forget because of the wind. We had drifts 20+ feet high too. Many roads were closed for weeks until the snowblowers from Dayton Airport and Wright Patterson AFB came out to dig through the drifts.