Snow, snow and more snow. Not an uncommon refrain in Kingston, in January. It can arrive in one foul blast or it can accumulate over time. Whichever way, Kingstonians throughout the centuries have admired its beauty and cursed its removal. Here, in the early 20th century, just down from T.F. Harrison Co. on Princess Street, city workers with their trusty steeds pile wagons, mounted on runners, full of the white stuff, in an attempt to keep Kingston’s major thoroughfare open.