I certainly remember it. We were living in Harold Hill, Essex, at the time and went to the in-laws in Dagenham for Christmas. I was expecting my daughter at the time and she was due in the first week of January so we decided to go home on Boxing Day. Of course the snow came and it was quite an adventure driving home.
I was due to have the baby at home (you did in those days) and she decided she wanted to be born on New Year's Eve - a week early! By this time the snow was very deep and when my husband called the midwife she had to drive from Romford which was a bit hairy for her. She was sliding all over the place. Anyway, all was well and the baby arrived safely - she is now 50!
I will never forget that year - I haven't celebrated New Year since as you cannot top NYE 1962!
By the way we still had snow in our front garden at Easter!