Is summer finally here? How do you know when you live in the Chicago area? Is it the sun you may see every third day, the rain, flowers? The grass is indeed greener. Maybe that’s it. Can’t tell by the school kids. The bus is still picking them up every morning, albeit fewer in number. The concerts have started in Grant Park. The Blues was just last weekend. How’d they do that without KoKo Taylor? Remember summers as a kid? We didn’t grow up with central air conditioning. It was so hot at night you prayed for a breeze from the window or maybe from the hall fan which tried unsuccessfully to cool three bedrooms a once. You could hear the crickets screaming in the backyard and watch fireflies as they thumped into the screen. Remember turning the pillow over so your head could feel the cool side? Now that was summer! Is there another boomer with a summer memory to share?
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Cheryl // July 20, 2009 at 3:02 pm |
Yes. I was there! You nailed it! I remember the summer I got poison ivy…all over my body. One evening, covered in Calamine and in my baby doll pajamas, I found temporary relief in a breeze I created by holding onto and swinging around a young tree in the front yard of our new home in suburbia. It was a house that sadly moved me closer to nature… and POISIN IVY!