Or so my son said, not quite understanding that neither his father nor I were even alive in the 1930s.
The air conditioning in our volvo station wagon stopped working ten minutes after we left home for family camp earlier this week. Once you get out of the bay area it is very hot. On the way up to camp, everyone spent a lot of time complaining about the heat. One child spent a lot of time asking us how we could possibly have survived a childhood spent driving without air conditioning. Was that what the 1930s were like, he asked. Neither my husband nor I found this amusing. We drank a lot of cold water from the cooler we’d supplied with ice when we saw the trouble we were in. It was a long four and a half hours.
On the way back home today, we took action. We supplied each passenger with a large spray bottle full of ice water. We allowed them to spray themselves but not each other; too long a drive for that kind of conflict. It was a little bit like being a head of lettuce in the produce section at Safeway when the mist comes on. It might not have been any cooler than on the way up, but it was a lot more fun.
Now we are home. It smells like jasmine. it’s cool. There aren’t any mosquitoes. We put the water bottles away, with the mosquito netting, the sleeping bags, the camping lantern. I figure next year, even if the air conditioning is working, we’ll use those water bottles again.