Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
The heat this year brings back many memories for so many “old timers,” like this from Garnet (some time back). How they fought the heat, or better yet lived with it; there was certainly no escaping it.
She was telling us how life was out on those Kansas prairies, before electricity came out to the farms. She said they took the rugs up and kept those wooden floors wet. They hung dripping wet gunny sacks at any open south windows. Men who were forced to be out in the heat always had a water jug at hand. They kept wet towels around their necks and wet bandanas over their foreheads and under their hats.
Then in today’s world, when we are also doing everything to stay cool, a friend living in a big old “friendly and fun” farm house, with shade trees and all but no central air, had this to say:
“We are just doing all we can to stay cool. We just today had to shut my sewing room off. Our air conditioner just can’t cool the whole house. So, now when I must sew I soon stick to the machine, my arms clinging to the machine. My sewing projects will just have to wait. Oh, in emergencies I have gotten up before day dawns. My neighbor said 'Oh no' and set hers up in the living room. We just do what we have to and just be thankful that we do have any kind of help to keep cooler.”
I found this in Guideposts magazine the other day, from Amy Torkelson: “Faith can indeed move mountains, but only if you lay down the shovel and stop trying to do it all by yourself.”
All too soon we’ll be shoveling snow.
Just keep praying for this land of ours and our leaders.
— Aunt Norie, P O Box 265, Tonganoxie, 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org