British bonding rituals: the weather

We had a string of sunny, frosty mornings in late November and early December—the kind of morning where we all greet each other by saying either how beautiful or how cold it is.

British law mandates that whichever statement you hear, you agree with it. Or if possible, amplify it.

When we first moved here, fools that we were, we’d sometimes play the Minnesota macho card. The front of the card is a scene of snow piled up past a car’s roof and the back is a list of wind-chill factors and absolute temperatures in International Falls, Minnesota, which (ignoring Alaska, where it gets colder) calls itself the icebox of the nation.

Relevant photo: These flower in the winter. That's how cold it gets. I'm pretty sure they're viburnam.

Relevant photo (it does happen sometimes): These flower in the winter. That’s how cold it gets. I’m pretty sure they’re viburnum.

International Falls is right across the Rainy River from Fort Frances, Ontario, and I’ve never been there. I lived in Minneapolis, which is 294.2 miles away. Pay attention to that .2, because it won’t come up again. Most of those miles run north/south, so weatherwise (and in many other ways) living in Minneapolis is not the same as living in International Falls. According to the great googlemaster, they’re a four hour and thirty-eight minute drive apart. If you don’t stop for coffee and pie. Or a hot beef sandwich.

Is anything more American than a hot beef sandwich?

But just because I’ve never been in International Falls, is that any reason not to claim its weather as my own? We shared a state. Mi temperature es su temperature, as people who know almost no Spanish occasionally say apropos of not very damn much, leaving me wondering what I’m supposed to say back, although they’re never talking about temperatures, they’re talking about casas.

When I explain where I used to live (because no one knows where Minnesota is, even when they think it’s rude to admit it), I usually say it’s in the middle of the U.S., right up on the Canadian border, and as I hear myself talk I think what a liar I am, although what I’m saying is both true and not true. Minnesota is on the Canadian border. Unfortunately, that’s not the same as me being on the Canadian border, although when that wind blew down off the Canadian prairies it felt like I was.

From this distance, though, 294 miles doesn’t seem like much. Minneapolis got cold enough to frost my eyelashes if I drove the warm air upwards by covering my nose and mouth with a scarf, which I usually did. (People who object to the niqab, take note, please.) The first time that happened, I had no idea why my lashes were clinging to each other when I blinked, and once I figured it out I was afraid they’d freeze together and I’d never see again.

That story’s an example of what Minnesota macho is not. Minnesota macho insists that in temperatures like those there’s no reason to wear a hat. Or gloves. Or to wear a jacket. Minnesota macho says it’s beautiful out, let’s go walk five miles because weather like this makes us who we are.

Weather like that did make me who I was: I was a failure as a Minnesotan. In January, I was just a small heap of clothes struggling to get back indoors as fast as I could. The only glimpse of human being you saw under all that cloth was my eyes with their frosted lashes.

When we first moved to Cornwall, though, it was hard not to turn ourselves into later-day Paul Bunyans.

“Cold?” we’d say. “In Minnesota, it’s like this in June.”

“Minnesota only has two seasons,” we’d say. “Winter followed by a week of bad sledding.”

“It got so cold,” we’d say, “that on a clear day the moisture would condense out and freeze so the air sparkled.”

That last statement is true. It was beautiful, in a horrifying sort of way.

J.’s still so traumatized by our bluster that she prefaces any complaint about the cold by saying, “I know you two are Minnesotans, but—.”

It’s a wonder she still talks to us.

Eventually we learned: Shut up about Minnesota. People are cold. Hearing that it’s colder in a state they never heard of before they met us won’t make them any warmer. And we were being invited to participate in the essential British bonding ritual, which is complaining about the weather. We should have been thrilled. What could be a more authentically British experience?

On Dec. 3, the Guardian wrote about weather alerts and “severe cold weather.” How bad was it expected to get? Why, below freezing.

So I’m going to play by the rules here and swear it’s been terrible. In fact, it got so cold the other day that I took my gloves out of my pockets. Then I put them on my hands.

All you Minnesotans, stop laughing.

65 thoughts on “British bonding rituals: the weather

  1. 200 odd years is obviously not long enough for any significant and useful evolutionary changes to Minnesotan biology or physical form. Which is strange because I have this extra 3 inch layer of blubber I have developed here in Cornwall after just a year. Might be an evolutionary urgent scone adaptation.

    Liked by 3 people

  2. I’ve attached batteries to my engine block in Minnesota so I could start the car again. I’ve had the antifreeze-infused windshield fluid freeze solid in Montana. I froze in San Francisco in the summer. I lost my car for a whole winter in Chicago when it was plowed under a mountain of snow by road crews. But the coldest I’ve been IN MY LIFE was when I lived in a medieval castle in England. I’m just saying…

    Liked by 3 people

    • I believe you. The first time we were in the UK, we spent a week on Skye, and at night we managed to get our chaste little twin beds warmed up only where we were lying. Which meant rolling over came at a high cost. That was in May. Or possibly early June.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. If you look at a map of the USA, you can see that Minnesota is nicely in the middle of the pole of cold that extends down into the heart of the North American continent in winter. That’s what you get in big continents – no nice nearby oceans to moderate the temperature swings. It’s even worse in Asia of course, A quick google search tells me that the coldest recorded place in the northern hemisphere is Oymyakon in the Sakha Republic of Russia located in the far northwest of Siberia, where “the single school closes only when the temperature drops to 61 degrees F below zero”. Now here in the UK, we’ve got lots of ocean around our island to keep us warm in the winter and cool in the summer – and to supply lots of winter storms, rains and flooding. Oh well, you can’t have it all.

    Liked by 1 person

    • For all the weather complaints that I’ve had to agree with since I moved here, I’ll take Britain’s winter any day. I cut a rose to bring inside the other day. Try that in Minnesota in December.

      Or in Siberia.


      • Yes, roses often bloom here right up until Christmas (at least they do in the Midlands, South and Southwest). Of course it’s the short days and long nights that visitors from further south often don’t like about winters in the UK. I’ve seen blogs where a lot of Americans (that is, US citizens as opposed to Canadians) find that rather hard to take. But then I suppose most of the USA is a fair bit further south than even Cornwall is. I seem to remember that New York is at about the same latitude as Madrid, and New York is pretty far north within the US as a whole. I personally don’t mind the short days having lived in Great Britain all my life, but then I don’t suffer from SAD. It’s tough for people who do.

        Liked by 1 person

        • Minnesota, cold as it is, is further south than Cornwall (she said with great certainty, while wondering if she was actually right about that). And a lot colder. The short days get to me, but not badly–and certainly not when I remember what real cold feels like.


  4. You neglected to mention two important matters: International Falls is the inspiration for Frostbite Falls, made famous in Rocky & Bullwinkle. Anyone who wears one of those winter hoods that tie underneath automatically looks like Rocky the Flying Squirrel. I’ll send a picture. BUT, the virtue of living in the middle of the country, far from those warming oceans, is that we will not be the first populations swept to sea as it rises and goes berserk. You wouldn’t know it today but it’s generally getting warmer here so we’ll loll around eating Lutefisk while those of you living near temperate coasts paddle for your lives. Have a lovely holiday Ellen & Love to Wild Thing.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I’m in Wisconsin, which is Minnesota’s neighbor in the frozen north – so I reserve the right to giggle over gloves…but I’m not gonna brag about being able to withstand the cold, as I just caved in to worshiping warmth by buying a very dorky hat. (Earflaps and a pompom on top)

    My favorite joke about it getting chilly up here is: “It was so cold, I saw a politician with his hands in his OWN pockets.”

    Liked by 2 people

  6. “If you don’t stop for coffee and pie” See, this is why I own a GPS. You can’t trust Google for directions if it’s going to make those kind of assumptions.

    I was just at a meeting in California, where a friend of mine, who lives in Minneapolis, showed us a picture of his daughter coming back from a morning run. Her eyelashes were frosted. The California folks didn’t get it. They were complaining that the daytime highs were only in the low 60s (f).

    For the record, I live in Connecticut. It was 6f when I woke left for work today. I wore gloves, but no hat, but I was only walking to my car.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Ah, Californians. Only 60? They do suffer.

      Years ago, when my nephew came from California to visit us in January, he and his sister wanted to skate on a frozen lake. Well, that was easy to do. We rented some skates, went to one the city kept plowed, and he was miserable, poor kid. I remember him holding his hands out. looking baffled, and saying, “But I’m not comfortable.”

      Comfortable? It was January. It was Minnesota. We didn’t discuss comfort.

      The Californians looking at your friend’s photo probably wondered where his daughter got the makeup to turn her eyelashes white.

      Liked by 1 person

  7. Now, see, I knew that ‘bragging’ about Minnesotan weather over Cornwall’s weather had to have been something you did when you arrived there. I’ve never lived outside of the U.K., but whenever any of my fellow Brits whine about the – gasp – *inch of snow* or – gasp – *worst winter temperatures since records began* I think of (the images I’ve seen of) other places that have far, far worse climates. Many, many other countries, and many USA states. For instance in Montana… have a look at this guy’s blog (which I’ve been following on and off for years):

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Oh goodness – NE Ohio is in the middle of a Polar Vortex right now with wind chills obscenely below zero. But my Canadian friends post about temps being “- 30” and I have to remember that they are talking “C” ! Or, as I have said for years when asked my age : “I’m 21. Celsius.”
    Keep calm and drink hot beverages. I’ll be chipping ice out of the outdoor water dishes. (And thanking God for indoor plumbing ! My Grandfather lived until 1972 so I have had experiences with privies.)


    • I’m with you on indoor plumbing. And the cold.

      If I remember right (and the chances of that when it involves numbers–or memory–aren’t all that good), Celsius and Fahrenheit converge somewhere around -30. But by then it’s too cold to care.

      I do admire your way of reckoning your age.


  9. The 15th of August in Greece is unbearably hot, all you can do is sit in the sea and pant. One year long ago I was at a horse show in Scotland, we froze our butts. Our jackets got soaked and never dried again – there was no heating in the b&b we stayed at. The landlady and her kids ran around in summer dresses and bare legs because…well, it was August , duh. Brrrrrrrrr🌥🌧🌫❄️❄️❄️

    Liked by 1 person

    • Yup. I went to a summer wedding in three layers of clothes and sat next to a woman in a spaghetti-strap dress. I asked someone about it later and she said something along the lines of “We just wear it anyway, because otherwise we’ll never got to.”

      P.S. She was a lot younger than me. But you might’ve guessed that.

      Liked by 1 person

  10. I had a similar experience while living in AZ. Whenever rain was in the forecast, the media would throw the public into a frenzy by issuing a winter storm alert. This caused everyone to go absolutely bonkers leaving my husband and I exasperated and laughing. It’s just rain people. Where we come from severe winter weather entails snow and bitingly cold winds.


  11. I’m from Michigan, not far from Hell. Yes, there’s a Hell, Michigan. And it’s a common practice to go to Hell when the dam freezes so we can take another hilarious picture of Hell freezing over. Then we get hot chocolate at the Damn Site Inn. People who live in extremely cold climes are, in a word, nuts.

    Liked by 2 people

  12. My sister lives in Georgia and she is so cold now she has taken to wearing capped sleeves on her vest (tank) so here in Somerset I can make a big thing of the cold. But for my brother in law in Vancouver, I adapt my weather borne rants. It is all relative… pardon the pun. But England’s snow if it comes, is always driven in wind and and needle sharp and wet… We get soaked then frozen then air dried and seriously it isn’t pleasant. A month in Vermont made me realise that our cold is totally different to the cold there. Jus sayin… i came by way of dream big dream often and I am pleased to virtually greet you. 😇

    Liked by 1 person

    • Glad to meet you, and thanks for stopping by. I feel all bonded now that we’ve talked about the weather.

      Actually, I agree. It’s all in what you’re used to (and dampness does make the cold feel colder). But after 40 years in Minnesota, I feel disloyal if I don’t make fun of anyone who says it’s cold when it’s above zero Fahrenheit.

      Liked by 1 person

    • So few people know where Minnesota is that I’ve developed a handy explanation: You take the map of the U.S. and fold it in half from top to bottom. Then you unfold it and look on the crease, right up on the Canadian border. That’s Minnesota.

      Confession: I haven’t actually tried that, so I can’t swear that Minnesota’s on the crease, but it’s close enough. The top third (roughly) borders the westernmost and largest of the Great Lakes–but maybe that’s a landmark only Americans bother learning about. We had to memorize the names when I was in grade school: Homes–Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior.

      Liked by 1 person

  13. Whoa, hang on. No one is discussing the dampness that goes to the bones that accompanies the cold in Britain. That could take the most seasoned MIdwesterner and make him or her go running for the tea and nearest fireplace.

    It’s apples to oranges, so I think both areas have equal reasons to gripe.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. I’m a New Englander, and so I have been cold. But like Barb in her castle, I was most cold when I lived in a house in Switzerland where each room had its own heater. The cost of electricity was so high that we only warmed the room we were in at any given moment, turning it down when leaving. Trouble was, it took a long time to warm each room, and then it was time to go somewhere else. I am shaking just remembering.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Pingback: Blog Networking: 1/20/17 | Dream Big, Dream Often

Talk to me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.