Now is the Winter of our Discontent
I’m not sure how many of my faithful readers (all 30 of you) recall my blog entry in early April in which I discussed the dubious merits of living in a location where there is snow on the ground at Easter? Well, now I must sadly turn my attention to the opposite phenomenon. Snow on Thanksgiving. In fact before Thanksgiving. And lots and lots of snow…
The recent snow event dominated the news. NorthFace clad news crews with Mad Bomber hats took reems of footage of cars stuck in deep snow and garnered comments from the local residents. Of course, the witnesses’ identities were concealed by layers of clothing and ski masks, but I think one of them was Uncle Steve. Regardless, the general consensus was the same. No one had “ever seen anything like this before.” On the bottom of the television screen, an ever increasing list of cancellations ran: not just schools, but the local dance studio, church dinners, even Euchre gatherings were called off. In fact, if any of you are interested in an anthropological study of Northern NY, you’ll get an interesting cross section of our varied culture by reading the cancellations due to weather on the local television station. Even my husband’s bowling was cancelled. Now that’s serious, people.
Only in Northern NY will you find the News Anchors cautioning their viewers to stay off the snowmobile trails. After all, they weren’t groomed yet. This was a point of emphasis on our news. Apparently, if people weren’t shoveling the 5 feet of snow that fell over three days, they were souping up their snowmobiles…
It is in fact unusual to see such a storm in November, but not tremendously shocking. I vividly remember one Halloween lugging my three year old Minny Mouse in her snow suit around the town to gather candy. So, this snowstorm was bad, but you know what was really bad?
Buffalo contending they get more snow than us. Nice try, Buffalo.
There is an old Inuit saying and it goes a little like this: “You can’t make cheesecake from snow. Work with what you have.” We have snow (and cheesecake, btw) and so I submit these facts to a candid world:
- The Tug Hill Plateau averages about 300 inches of snow per year. That’s 25 feet, people.
- The State record is held by Hooker, NY, a hamlet of the Plateau. In 1977, they accumulated a shocking 466.9 inches-over 30 feet.
- Even Syracuse can’t compete with their measly 119 inches. Please.
No, no. We don’t have much. But we do have snow and we cannot let these suppositions go unchallenged. It’s a matter of pride. Why does Buffalo get all the attention? They’ve got chicken wings and a slew of underdog sports teams. Isn’t that enough?
And us? We’ve got the annual Cream Cheese Festival, the Woodchuck Hunt and the State Record for snowfall. And Buffalo has a stadium they can’t dig out of the snow….
But one thing Buffalo and Northern NY have in common is probably captured aptly in this little clip:
What can we say? At least we don’t get tornados…
Featured Image: http://onebigphoto.com/uploads/2013/02/birds-on-a-branch-during-a-snowstorm.jpg