During the days of my childhood, our modest house sat under four huge pecan trees. Today as I swelter in triple digit heat anytime I step out the door, I wonder if all that shade made the summers cooler than the present ones. Was it really cooler back then than it is now? Is my mind playing games with me? Age or selective memories perhaps color my thinking today. We had no air conditioner. I don’t even remember a fan. Other than Mother Nature’s breath, the only breeze that cooled me came as I flew through the air in the swing Daddy had hung for me in one of the big pecan trees.
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