The rough tough hardy MEN of the cultural backwater emerged from their sod shantys to embrace the ten-degree farenheit outside temp backed by a winf that sent the wind chill factor to ten-below zero.
Casteing aside their garments, they frolicked on the lawn before re-clothing and heading off to their toilsome tasks to place a few meager rations upon their family's rough-hewn tables.
Sadly, due to intrusive child labor laws, the spawn of the settlers were unable to enter the factories and mines so as to assist in providing sustinence to the families.
The here hereabouts eagerly awaits the brisk 20-below temps and the gusting winds from the north, the home of glaciers, polar bears and Santa.
Yep.