Hubby told me a story about how he ran his Dad crazy asking “Where’s the Snow” “When will we see snow” “Is there snow yet?” over and over during a family vacation.
Threatening physical harm, his Dad forbade him to speak the word SNOW ever again.
After some miles of driving, the snow did finally appear, and a very excited young Hubby shouted, “Look!! Sn…uhhh…White Stuff!!!”
He still calls snow “White Stuff” to this day. Here are pics of “White Stuff” on Perrydise Hill.