Tomorrow's forecast is 100 degrees in the shade, and it's only the second week of July. Ouch...don't go barefoot on the sand or pavement! I plan on spending most of my day indoors. Today I was reminded of the song, "Hot Fun In the Summertime". If you were a child of the late sixties, I'm sure you remember it. If not, and you want a good laugh, Google the lyrics. It had a catchy tune, but the lyrics are pretty ridiculous! Anyway, it's about being out of school for the summer.
As a child, summer seemed to last forever. I don't remember it being hot, but I'm sure it must have been, and we didn't have air conditioning. We just had a huge window fan that sucked the hot air out of the house.
We weren't allowed to go shoe-less until the first of June. My two brothers, six and eight years older than me, camped out in the front yard and cooked over an open campfire. I wasn't allowed, and fifty years later, I'm still a bit bitter about that! When I say camping out in the front yard, it was not the same as front yards in the city. Our nearest neighbors were probably a quarter of a mile away and there was no fear of being outside after dark. Our front yard was also a basketball court, baseball diamond, and miniature golf course, made complete with a tree swing just for me.
I remember eating watermelon slices with my face, and not a fork in sight. Sitting on top of the ice cream churn while the adults turned the crank was a special privilege. If you weren't heavy enough, you didn't last long. Making popsicle stick baskets, playing Red Rover, drinking Kool-Aid and eating sugar cookies for snack were special memories from Vacation Bible School at Sandy Plains Baptist Church. On summer nights, I would watch for shooting stars and catch lightning bugs (fireflies) in a jar. Nights were so much darker without streetlights or nearby houses!
By today's standards, I suppose we would have been considered poor, although I didn't know it at the time. But I attribute my happy childhood to parents who worked hard, provided a roof over our heads, clean clothes to wear, and food on the table, secure in the knowledge they would always be there for us.
When the temperature soars tomorrow, have a slice of watermelon, or some homemade ice cream, and thank the Lord for your air-conditioned house.
Proverbs 22:1 "A good name is to be more desired than great wealth, Favor is better than silver and gold." NASB
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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I remember coming to your house on Beatty Road when I was younger, going past Aunt Ollie's. I still remember the layout of your house. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, brings back happy memories. Poor? we were poor? lol OK we may have been poor but there sure was a LOT of love!
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