Snow: well my parents' house outside of SLC was well over 4000 feet above sea level, so we knew from snow. It was not unusual to get several feet overnight. In fact, we had a little tractor with a snowplow to clear the driveway that I got to use when I was a kid (didn't seem like a chore--even taught me to use a stick shift when I was 8 or 9!).
Words: I know not why the talk of "wield" and "unwield" reminded me of this, but there is an infamous anecdote in our family about a little essay I wrote about my father when I was in the first grade. It went something like this:
My dad was in the big war. He was in the war for three years. One day he got hurt in the war and got to come home. My mom said she never wanted him in another war again.
Now, what is so infamous about that, you may ask? Well, I'll tell you--I was taught to read and spell phonetically, and to my little 6 year old mind (I was a year ahead, but that's another story), war was spelled whore!