|Front porch view, fields beyond trees|
Inside the house there might be a fan running. The fan would oscillate back and forth giving each person in turn a slight reprieve from the heat. Daddy installed an evaporative cooler in the front room window. Windows and doors into that room would be closed. That room would be somewhat cooler. With the blinds drawn to keep out the sun's rays and the moisture from the cooler the room seemed almost cave like. The hum of the cooler fan still resounds in my mind.
|The window where cooler was installed during summer months.|
|Back yard of Farnsworth house.|
For three more years we would live in that house. Minimal indoor plumbing consisted of running water in the kitchen. We had an outdoor privy and a "night chamber" to avoid the long walk to the privy in the dark of night. The windows open to try and catch a breeze allowed the stuff and sounds of life to filter through out the house. The curl of dust from passing cars would slowly roll across the front yard toward the house. The dust would settle on the surfaces inside. The sound of a distant train whistle could be heard in the evenings when the rumble of farming equipment was stilled.
Today I sit in the air conditioned comfort of my home. The thermometer creeps upward toward triple digit readings. The heat waves rise from the pavement and business roofs. I may don a swimsuit and try the apartment pool. It will not be quite the same as Ryan's lake with Lucille teaching me to float on my back. Or Reba Jane and I catching minnows. But it will still be hot in Texas in July and cows will wade out just far enough to cool their bags.
|Screened back porch was our bathing area in summer. |
Also, the beginning of the path to outbuildings including privy.