When I was a kid, my Dad would entertain me for hours with stories about the world before snow. Of course, he was too young to have lived in such a time, but his great grandfather had been there.
In fact, my great great grandfather was living in England when snow was invented. Since the scientist who created it, Dr. Johnathan Wiloughby Snow, had been British, England was the first country to ever be covered in the white stuff.
According to my Dad, who I’m sure was fudging the details a little to make the tales more amusing for me, British kids were so scared of snow that they had refused to come out of their houses to play in it.
Could you imagine any child who didn’t love snow? Of course, it makes perfect sense that the kiddos wouldn’t want to run out and jump into the strange white stuff that was falling from the sky. They probably thought the world was ending.
According to my Dad’s accounts, it was only after Dr. Snow and his fellow scientists wandered out into the snow and built the first Snowman, that children were willing to bundle up and give snow a chance.
When I was a child, Dr. Snow was my hero. His invention led to the White Christmases, snow days, and tackle snow football.
I can’t begin to fathom what Winters must have been like without snow. The world just got dark and cold for three months? Sounds very apocalyptic to be honest.
As an adult, I’m no longer singing Dr. Snow’s praises. Snow sucks. It’s a horror to have to drive in it, it’s literally a pain to remove it from my property, it causes power outages, and it causes numerous delays.
Why couldn’t Dr. Snow have kept his annoying invention to himself? From the research I’ve done, it sounds like he wasn’t even trying to create a new form of accumulating weather. Basically, that means snow was a “happy accident” of Science.
And what’s the deal with Dr. Snow naming his invention after himself? What a narcissist!
I’d like to Time Travel back to England in the early nineteenth century and change the course of history. Would I need to kill Dr. Snow to alter the timeline and give us a world devoid of his horrible creation? Probably not, but I am willing to consider doing so if that’s the only option.
Perhaps I could befriend Dr. Snow, earn his trust, and point him in the proper direction so that he invents what he actually intended on that fateful day.
Of course, I’d have to face the painful truth that even if I kept Dr. Snow from stumbling upon the formula for snow, some other scientist would eventually come up with it. Would I spend the rest of my life traveling through time to stop the invention of snow, or whatever it would be called?
Why not? I am a big fan of Time Travel and a huge opponent of the accumulating white stuff that constantly falls from the sky in Maine during the Winter.
While I’m traveling back in time to complete my missions, I’ll get to finally discover the answer to the question posed in the title of this post.
I think this is an excellent plan, Modern Philosophers. I’m going to see if I can get a hold of Doc Brown and convince him to lend me the DeLorean for a little while.
I’m going to enjoy watching this snowstorm after all, because it might very well be the last time I ever witness such an event…