Summer Time, Ice Tea, lemondade, and a Window Fan
It’s been really hot here lately. This morning I went outside and thought I would melt before I could get back inside my air conditioned house.
My grandparents lived in a 100 year old farmhouse that didn’t have a lot of modern conveniences. My grandfather would joke and tell me to come back and visit him in December if I wanted air conditioning. I spent a lot of time at their house in my younger years and while I know it was hot, it never seemed unbearably so. The large trees in their yard provided plenty of shade and there were always box fans in the windows. Grandma had an unlimited supply of iced tea and lemonade (both were homemade, not store bought). They also had a swing on the front porch where I sipped lemonade and played “guess which color car will go by next” with my grandmother. Summer time at their house was a place to make memories, no matter how high the thermometer rose.
My friend Dorothy has a son who is in Iraq. His name is Chris and she spoke with him this weekend and according to him, our heat wave is nothing. I looked it up online and today in Iraq it’s supposed to get up to 113. Glad I’m not there (for lots of reasons), but so proud of those who are there serving our country! (Keep your cool, Chris, you’ll be home in 70 days!)
After I looked up the temperature in Iraq I did a little research about how hot it gets in Kentucky. Did you know that on July 28th, 1930 it reached 114 degrees in Greensburg, Kentucky? Now that’s what I call hot!
More Hot Air
My parents had an air conditioner at our house. It was the kind that fit in a window and froze you if you sat next to it but it never really managed to cool the whole house. Years later we had one of those units upstairs at my parent’s house. My husband and I were living upstairs and the air conditioning system they had just wasn’t strong enough to cool our bedroom in the summer months. When we replaced the old heating and cooling system my husband removed the old window unit from our bedroom window. Unfortunately, he dropped it. Fortunately no one was beneath it when it fell and splattered into a million pieces.
Now days most folks won’t consider buying or building a house that doesn’t have central heat and air, and I am one of those folks. I don’t like being too hot or too cold. I’m like Goldilocks…I want everything just right.
We took “the granddaughter” (I can call her that because I only have one!) to see Toy Story 3 last night (really cute movie) and the air was turned up so high in the theatre that I had goose bumps and was shaking all over. Why in the world does it have to be 30 degrees in the movies when it’s June and 90 degrees outside?
Another place I’ve noticed that can’t regulate the temperature to suit me (or other folks) is in schools. I have worked in schools all across the state of Kentucky and it drives me crazy to see kids wearing sweatshirts in May because the air conditioning is so cold it freezes them.
Okay, I’ve complained enough about the weather for one day. Now it’s your turn. Is it too hot or too cold where you are? Have you ever been somewhere and almost turned into an ice cube because the air conditioning was too high? Do you have summer time memories of your grandparent’s house and did they have air conditioning? Let us hear about it!