Summer Memories of a Baby Boomer Childhood 

The sights and sounds of summer when I was a child:

  • Catching lightning bugs;
  • Popping tar bubbles on the street on the way to the neighborhood pool;
  • The starry look your eyelashes get and wrinkly fingers after a day of swimming,
  • Making extra money with a Kool-Aid stand or collecting Coke bottles for the 3-cent refund;
  • Sipping iced tea or other cold drinks from aluminum glasses, wet with condensation;  
  • The ice cream man’s bike (with a bell) or truck (with a music box and speaker) – depending on the socioeconomic status of your neighborhood…
  • Feasting on watermelon – not on a plate in the house – out in the yard – no plate; no fork – just going in, full face to devour a wide wedge of melon;
  • Hot nights (before AC), sleeping with my head at the foot of the bed – by the open window, listening to the lullaby of tree frogs, katydids, whippoorwills, or other nocturnal serenaders;
  • Fly swatters – a nifty device used both to kill bugs and intimidate children (when a switch [thin bush branch] was not readily available);
  • Arms and legs covered with chigger and/or mosquito bites;
  • Playing in the sprinkler;
  • The old wooden screen door with a spring that made it slam like heck. Enough of that slamming would trigger this rhetorical reaction from elders; “IN OR OUT?!” Definitely a trick question – it was not really our option.  Often, my grandmother would just hook the door and lock us outside.      

Ahh.. Summer memories, most of which could be right out of To Kill A Mockingbird… 


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Writer - Former newspaper columnist - lover of all things nostalgic, collies, music, humor, and ever grateful to those who defend American citizens at home and abroad.
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3 Responses to Summer Memories of a Baby Boomer Childhood 

  1. Denny Kinnaman says:

    Yes those were mine also and more, it it was a great time to be a kid, things have changed so much they say things are better but I wonder. Thanks for bringing back fond memories! Denny

  2. Jeannine Banning says:

    I remember visiting my Grandmother in Arkansas as a child or very young teen. She had a window unit in the living room. Once the afternoon was coming, we pulled the window shades down, closed doors to that room, and cranked that baby up! For awhile, anyway, we had cool air! I remember staying with her, again. I was 19, angry, and heart-broken. The bedroom was stifling hot, even with the windows open. And the smell of the paper mill…the sound of the trains…I worked that summer selling furniture in a big barn, through a job with the state employment agency.

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