Where Did My Love Of Summer Go?

Whatever happened to our beautiful lazy summers?

I have to admit that I dread summer’s arrival in Texas where June is hot, July is hotter, and August is just hell. I do everything possible to get away to a much cooler place and begin counting the days until the arrival of the cool crispness of autumn.

iStock_000005506299XSmall-201x300As a child in the south, our home and most of my friend’s homes didn’t have central air conditioning. The days and nights of summers in South Carolina were often hot, humid and extremely uncomfortable. Rotating fans were placed in every room to keep the air moving. Wet clothes caused by sweating weren’t uncommon. Sitting on a screened in porch to keep out mosquitoes and feeling a strong breeze from a storm blowing in was one of the few times we were cool. We began to love storms at night because we knew one brought coolness for a while.The next morning we walked barefoot in the cool wet grass.

Every summer, our local church held an ice cream social. Everyone in the church brought an ice cream churn and we all took turns turning the crank, It seemed a long time before that ice cream was ready to eat.rich-homemade-ice-cream







When I was ten, my sister and I rotated visiting our Aunt Ruby and Uncle Jesse who lived in Society Hill, S.C. in an old plantation style house on a hill. Uncle Jesse ran a mercantile store on the main street of the small town. He passed away in 1973


Uncle Jesse’s store looked just like this one.

My parents put me on the Greyhound bus when it was my turn to visit. The bus didn’t stop until it reached Society Hill.image005







Aunt Ruby




Aunt Ruby, a former school teacher, was a blonde with blue eyes. She stayed up late, smoking camel cigarettes, writing poetry , and reading.  She slept in every morning then she made a pot of tea and scones. I’m sure this is where I developed my love of  cream scones and hot tea. Today I still make them for my family.






Cream Scones



Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

Mix 2 c. flour,1 T. baking powder, 1/2 tsp. salt, 1/4 c. sugar, 3/4 c. dried blue berries. Stir in 1,1/4 c cream. Stir until dough just mixed. Will be sticky. Place on a floured board and shape into a circle. Cut into 8 pie shaped wedges or use a biscuit cutter. Place on baking sheet. Melt 3 T butter and mix with 2T sugar. Paint on top of each scone. Bake 12-15 minutes until golden brown. Serve with lemon curd, clotted cream, and jam of choice. It’s important not to handle dough very much or it will make the scone tough and heavy.

Uncle Jesse was a tall quiet man with an angular frame who seemed underweight to me even though I was seeing him through the eyes of a child. He always wore a suit and tie. At the time, I was ten and even then I found their relationship a bit odd since they never went to bed at the same time.

During my teen years, Aunt Ruby introduced me to a son of a friend of hers. He was already in college and I was still in high school. We went on a date and discovered we really had nothing in common. By that time spending time in Myrtle Beach with my best friend and her family was more fun with the shag contests and rock and roll bands at the beach. Walking up and down the beach and riding in bumper to bumper traffic was our idea of fun at the time.

I don’t know what happened to my love of summer. These days I vacation at East Coast Beaches and mountains in the spring and early fall. The beaches are quieter and less crowded and the mountains with their colorful trees are just beautiful.

What are your memories of summer?


Myrtle Beach,S.C.


10 thoughts on “Where Did My Love Of Summer Go?

  1. Summer for me as a child was exploring our huge back yard, swimming in the little creek that ran through my parents’ farm. We used to explore the native bush and ride on horseback or hike up to the valley rim where we could look out over the Hauraki Gulf. We’d go to the beach and pick cockles and pippies while dad fished off the rocks. It was an idyllic life and great memories.


  2. Thanks for commenting. Your location and the possibility for new discoveries every day must have made for a great childhood. I feel sorry for the children of today. They all must have supervised activities and they spend way too much time on i-pads and X-boxes. Great discoveries but they don’t have the face to face social interaction we had as children.


  3. We used to get on our bikes and disappear until supper time going from one friend’s house to the other. Can’t do that now, parents would have the police out looking for their child.


    • Thorne, thanks for commenting. Biking all over town and not coming back until supper? Yes, times have changed, but I think parents can still find ways to make summer memorable for their kids.


  4. Cal, my kids loved summer camp and even became counselors in their teens. Of course, as parents we reaped the benefit from their time away from home. Thanks for stopping by.


  5. Summer is still my favorite season–whether it’s in South Carolina or Texas. Growing up, all of the good things happened during the summer: no school, swimming, summer camp, going to the beach, horseback riding, you name it! I still associate summer with fun.


  6. I came across your Ruby on Tuesday site this morning and made my way to here. Summers for my family were spent on Myrtle Beach or Murrels Inlet. I still love the ocean and the South Carolina beaches…Marti


  7. Marti:
    Thanks so much for commenting. I lived inland in SC when I was a child and Myrtle Beach was the first beach I ever saw. As a teenager driving up and down the strip was a big past tme. As I recall you didn’t live far from the beach.


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