[Cedwards38]

Summer means lightning bugs flickering across an open field, the smell of corn dogs when the carnival came to town, the yips and yells from the local little league baseball field, the cacaphony of crickets throughout the night, falling asleep listening to the radio broadcast of the Cincinnati Reds, sweat (I mean really, who had air conditioning), watching drive in movies from the back of a pickup truck or the hood of a car while wearing pajamas, the WHOOSH of water that occurs with a well performed cannonball dive into the pool, the cool sensation of aloe on sunburned skin, the smell of charcoal and hamburgers sizzling on a grill, the taste of ice cold beer, the squeals of children as they run through the spray of the garden hose, lying in the grass at night and counting shooting stars, and buying a watermelon from a tub filled with ice water and breakiing it open to scoop out the juicy red goodness with you hands.............to name a few.

[eweissenbach]

[QUOTE=graciegirl;492817]The yummy man on his tricycle with his ice chest full of popsicles and other cold treats. My cousin who lived next door and I didn't get a treat every night that he came but oh how I remember that icy goodness in my mouth.

It was HOT and we took damp wash cloths to bed to try to stay cool with no air conditioning.

I remember the smell of cut grass and roses and the smell of cherry pie baking. I remember being hugged against my grandmothers clean and fresh starched and ironed apron and her faint smell of Muguet Royale, her favorite perfume. I love the smell of Lily of the Valley to this day.. I remember having my fingernails painted on the front porch by my bigger cousin.

Going to the movies on Saturday afternoon. Being crazy about June Alyson and Dick Powell. Owning a cowgirl outfit and cap guns. Playing in the sandbox with army jeeps.

[B]The joy of those early summers is how I feel now in this beautiful place. QUOTE]

Gracie nails it! TV gives us all a chance to relive our childhood summers. Remember riding a peddle car? Now it's a golf cart. Remember going to the movies to escape the heat because the theatres were the only air conditioned places in town? Now it is wonderful multi-plex theatres, still air conditioned, and still with the overwhelming smell of . Remember going outside and playing with your friends all day? Now it is the same only instead of baseball, marbles, and riding bikes, it is softball, pickleball, golf, zumba, and again, golf cars (or with some people, still bicycles). Remember being excited beyond beleif that the carnival was coming to town? Now we have a carnival every night in the town squares. For that matter, remember the town square?????? Remember sitting on the porch and visiting with friends and neighbors who happened by? Still doing it in TV.

[eweissenbach]

Another summer memory for me is the smell of fresh asphalt on the streets. My hometown always put a layer of hot asphalt on the streets in early August. Football practice started each year on August 15. Two a day practices in 90-100 degree temperatures IS NOT FUN!!!!!!!!! Therefore I still associate the smell of fresh asphalt to the beginning of football practice, getting strawberries (grass burns) on my elbows and knees, the sweat getting in my chinstrap and chafing by chin, doing up and downs until you felt like you couldn't move another muscle, getting yelled at by the coaches ... Yuck!

[Patty55]

Anybody else spend their days digging to China?

[batman911]

Spent my youth in Texas. Summer in Texas is hot and dry. Long, hot summer days listening to the cadence of the cicadas and watching heat waves in the distance below the clear blue sky. Riding our bicycles with cane fishing poles attached to our favorite creeks, always looking for the big one that always seemed to elude us. Buying a whole watermelon for 25 cents and sitting on the back porch sharing it with my best friend. Picking dewberries along the railroad tracks after you shake the bushes with a long stick to warn any snakes that you are coming in. My mom would make dewberry pie and jelly. Eating loads of Blue Bell ice cream every chance we got. Homemade Vanilla has got to be the best ice cream there is. You need to try some at least once in your life if you have never had it.

Blue Bell Ice Cream

[eweissenbach]

Originally Posted by batman911

Spent my youth in Texas. Summer in Texas is hot and dry. Long, hot summer days listening to the cadence of the cicadas and watching heat waves in the distance below the clear blue sky. Riding our bicycles with cane fishing poles attached to our favorite creeks, always looking for the big one that always seemed to elude us. Buying a whole watermelon for 25 cents and sitting on the back porch sharing it with my best friend. Picking dewberries along the railroad tracks after you shake the bushes with a long stick to warn any snakes that you are coming in. My mom would make dewberry pie and jelly. Eating loads of Blue Bell ice cream every chance we got. Homemade Vanilla has got to be the best ice cream there is. You need to try some at least once in your life if you have never had it.

Blue Bell Ice Cream

Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla tastes just like the stuff I got to lick off the paddles when my grandma cranked a fresh batch. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

[batman911]

You are absolutely correct Oldcoach Ed. I've had both and cannot taste the difference.

[CaptJohn]

Originally Posted by batman911

Eating loads of Blue Bell ice cream every chance we got. Homemade Vanilla has got to be the best ice cream there is. You need to try some at least once in your life if you have never had it.

Blue Bell Ice Cream

Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla is a staple every week around here!
There's a new variety with fudge swirled in called "Made in the Shade".
Time for an ice cream break!

[paulandjean]

Playing in grade school and high school summer basketball outside for hours and hours in 90 degrees. Morning and evening. Later coaching 100s and 100s of players at basketball camps again where it was HOT.

[eweissenbach]

Originally Posted by paulandjean

Playing in grade school and high school summer basketball outside for hours and hours in 90 degrees. Morning and evening. Later coaching 100s and 100s of players at basketball camps again where it was HOT.

I coached in basketball camps in the 70s where the temp was over 100 degrees in un-air conditioned gyms. I sweat bullets, but loved every minute of it .