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About This Heat

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images1.jpgOkay, I don’t EVER remember so many consecutive days of triple digit temperatures, but I do remember plenty of hot summers growing up in lower/central Alabama.

I was just thinking back to school days in late summer. (Switch to old codger voice) When I was growing up, even through my senior year, we did not have air conditioning in our school building. Our sole source of air was open windows and a fan or, if we were lucky, two fans. However, the fans usually couldn’t be cranked up, because the noise would drown out the teachers. And besides that, they were only circulating hot air!!

I was in band as well, and OMG!!!! Having to wear WOOL pants during the first few games of the school year when it was still terribly hot was a hellacious experience! We had different tops we’d wear, depending on the weather (a silk blend top for hot weather and wool coats & leather overlays for cold weather), but it was always wool pants. The worst part of the band pants was not sitting at the game, it was during the trips for the “away” games where we’d have to ride in (you guessed it) a non-air-conditioned bus… all of us smashed in seats together, wool pants leg rubbing against wool pants leg. I’m surprise we didn’t all go up in flames!!

And then, of course, the flip side of that was winter. Our heat was via radiators, so, depending on where you sat in the room and relative to the radiator, you were either burning up or freezing cold. And I mean those suckers would get literally, blistering hot!!

Well, obviously, my schoolmates and I survived, but I wonder if back then there would have been some sort of “heat day” plan in place for this kind of weather (similar to snow days), where the heat is unrelenting. Glad I don’t have to find out!

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Written by blogicalinks

August 23, 2007 at 11:06 pm

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  1. Nah, the worst was marching band practice on the football field in the summer – just after it had been fertilized with chicken poop. The field stunk for weeks – and we were a-marchin’ on it!

    Excuse me, but y’all were wimps. If was full wool uniform for us ALL the time. 🙂 (Who knew that bandos had it so tough!)

    Ru's Mom

    August 24, 2007 at 7:29 am

  2. I didn’t have a/c as a kid, either. But in Miami, our house had floor-to-ceiling shutter-style windows that could be cranked fully open, and ceiling fans to circulate everything. It wasn’t that bad. And I will have to say this: there aren’t too many places hotter than Talladega, AL in July. Used to go to the NASCAR race then. It was blistering. No shade, the heat off the asphalt, and grandstands to block any possible breeze. Thankfully, they moved that race to the fall.

    Eric Kaplan

    August 24, 2007 at 8:09 am

  3. We didn’t have A/C in my dorm in college and I lived on the fourth floor – the top floor. I remember a heat wave coming through my freshman year. We dragged the beds out into the middle of the rooms, opened all the doors and windows for a cross breeze from the fans we had propped up in the windows and then we soaked our pajamas in water and froze them to sleep at night. YIKES!

    Dianne

    August 24, 2007 at 10:08 am

  4. Frozen pajamas, D? Yikes is right!

    Valdosta is the hottest place I have ever lived. The summers are like this but with much more humidity. There was always a black cloud that lived above that city, keeping it hot and moist. Loved it as a college town, but as far as weather, it was like living in hell.

    It’s amazing how this summer it has been warmer here than in south Georgia. What did we do to deserve this???

    Carmen

    August 24, 2007 at 11:35 am


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