It’s the end of June, sweltering hot and everything is parched from the drought we are suffering. It is 108 degrees today, beating the record high of 102 in 1936. It feels like 118 degrees.
We are working on beating the record of 1936 for the drought also. So far our 2012 rainfall is 11.53 inches. In 1936 it was 27.94 for the year.
I think back to 1936. Some folks around hereabouts didn’t even have electricity yet. I imagine the swimming holes were crowded with skinny dippers. I imagine they were more than grateful for shade trees. I imagine a sleeping porch would have been divine. I imagine a drink of cold water from the spring or the well would have tasted heavenly.
I am sitting here in the cool house with the luxury of central air conditioning, reading the gripes about the heat on Facebook. I just poured a glass of fresh squeezed lemonade over a glass of ice. Ice that I filled my glass with by sticking it up to the refrigerator door.
What about the ice? Something I take for granted was once hard to come by.
My great grandparents wanted the ice man to leave them a 75 cent block of ice this day.
Kitty Keeton who grew up in the Muren area in the early 1900s, wrote about ice in his memoirs.
Another thing that Grandfather done was to have rough lumber from the trees sawed for general purposes — and one to build an ice house about a foot between the outside and inside filled with saw dust. The only cost of the saw dust was going to the mills with side board wagons to get free for the asking. When it was winter, the pond ice was sawed and hauled and stored inside this building—about 1 foot, and then saw dust was put on top of that. Then another layer and then the same until it reached the top. Same way of getting to top layer and going down. And through the summer when they wanted ice cream, they always had milk. Just get the ice from the ice house and freeze the ice cream. The ice wasn’t used for cooling water as it was usually from the ponds. Some people even went to the rivers or perhaps to the back water ice that the water usually left.
Kind of makes me appreciate the sound of ice tinkling into my glass of lemonade today while I lounge in my air conditioned home blogging.