Daily news reports are telling us that It’s hot all over the globe. There are areas on our little blue planet this summer that are experiencing record temperatures, baking, if you will, everything that’s exposed to the radiance of the sun. A headline from USA Today.Com dated July 21,2023, reads: Extreme Heat is Killing More People, and the Worst is Yet to Come.
I was born and reared in the Southern part of the United States, the sate of Arkansas to be precise, and I know what hot summers are. All this talk of global warming and how the planet is slowly becoming a planetary convection oven, causes me to think about the summers of my youth. However, those days didn’t seem to hold a candle to the death-valley-like days we’re experiencing now, even in some areas that haven’t experiencing such boiling temperatures.
Being poor, in Cross County, Arkansas, we had a half step next to nothing. Air conditioning was something we only enjoyed when we went to town and entered a department store, which didn’t happen that often. Other than that, we relieved ourselves from the effects of the heat by opening all the windows and doors of the shanties in which we lived. If we were fortunate enough to have a window fan, we would have it running full blast. That provided little cooling from the summer heat, because the confounded thing would only blow hot air. Even though it was hot, I don’t recall it being as scorching as it is now. Kids always ventured out into the heat, at some point during the day, to toast our melanin-rich skins with extra shades of darkness. Sunburn was the farthest thing from our minds. Now, dark-skinned people are being told that the sun’s rays are harmful to those who are rich in melanin like me. I’ve seen dark-skinned people with damaged skin from the sun, as proof of that.
Summers in the heat of my youth provided a warm playground for me to enjoy the dusty roads of Cross county, smell the sweet aroma of the hot sun drying things after a shower, taste a bowl of homemade ice cream cranked by hand in an ice-cream maker, and frolic among the planetary dog days of summer. Now, I resist venturing out in the heat we’ve been sentenced to in Arkansas. When the weather forecast is for seven days of triple digit temperatures, you dread going outside. Air-conditioned climates are the only creature comfort you want.
Yes. I do find myself thinking about the summers of my youth; however, they were tepid compared to the boiling days of summer we’re having now.
I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.