Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 3/1/2014 (871 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
This may seem trite, but here I am at a still-young age of 63, listening to comments about the "brutal" temperatures and recalling the winter weather of my youth (Brutal cold end to 2013, Dec. 31).
We walked to school from age six no matter the temperature, and often left home in River Heights at 8:30 a.m. at "40 below" Fahrenheit (the same as -40 C) in our Melton wool coats with toggle fasteners and overshoes (no high-tech winter clothing in those days).
It appears today the combination of the change from Fahrenheit to Celsius -- where the larger number makes it sound colder -- combined with TV weather forecast hysteria, has somehow transformed us into Winnipeg wimps when it comes to considering the outside temperature.
Come on, Winnipeg, it's cold, but it's not that cold. Besides, I have always felt we should revel in our reputation as the world's coldest large city.
Take the time between shivers to look at the clear blue sky and brilliant sunshine forming long shadows on the snow and reflecting from the white plumes billowing from chimneys. It's nothing short of spectacular.