Memories about childhood weather gets compressed, a memory expert told me once when I did a story on how it seemed that our winters in my childhood here were so much snowier and our summers not so hot. You remember the extremes, he told me, and not the moderate times.
But I wonder on this growing-hotter Fourth of July day what happened to all those rainy Fourths from my childhood. It seemed it rained almost every year, so much so that people didn’t make many plans that included lakes or camping. One summer we rented a cabin the week of the Fourth and it rained the whole week. Every day. I learned every card game my parents knew. They even tried to teach us Bridge, that’s how bored we became in that tiny cabin.
Summer seemed to begin only after the Fourth.
Anyone else out there have Fourth weather memories? Or memories of any kind of this holiday?