I remember well the summer of 1988. I was 8. It was hot,
dry and brown. I would ride my bike through the orchard over cracks in the
parched earth that were several inches wide. Severe drought conditions caused our well too
much stress to do laundry at home. A once a week trip to the laundry mat meant
a morning at the library for my sister and I. While aware of the conditions
around me, what I remember most about that summer are the long, hot afternoons
curled up in our bedroom lost in the pages of the latest Newbery Award Winner.
It’s another hot, dry summer. Although we have all tried
to stay positive, it is hard to be upbeat in these conditions. Even our blog
has suffered. I just can’t get excited about anything when its 102 degrees, the
crops are dying and my electricity bill is nearing a record high.
Thankfully, I live with an 8 year old. And this boy knows
how to do summer living: Baseball games (they didn’t win one, but you wouldn’t
know that by talking to Aaron), 4 different Bible Schools,4-H camp, 2 weeks of swimming
lessons, 5 4-H pigs and a debut as Louis at the Liberty Theater’s King and I.
Even in these conditions, I do find something of which to
be grateful. Being part of a farm community where so many livelihoods are dependent
on the whims of the weather makes for a well rounded childhood. At 8 years old
in 1988 I was keenly aware of the ever present worry and whispered prayers for
rain just as Aaron is. I can remember dancing in the rain when it finally came
late in August. Here, among the acres of corn and beans, it is impossible to
protect our children from the reality that times do get tough, tightening your
belt is prudent and wise and that we don’t always have control over the
circumstances that impact our lives.
But the beauty of summer living in Atchison County, is
that when you are 8 and life give you lemons….well you learn the finer points hog
farming, get bragging rights for numbers of ticks at 4-H camp and spend the evenings practicing
Rogers and Hammerstein.
Summer living is still good living here at my house even
when its 102 degrees.
From the pig pen to the Kings Court!!
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