I guess you could call me a Son of the Sun. I was born in July 65 years ago during a brutal heat wave in Iowa that had people who suffered with the summers of 1935 and 1936 talking about which summer was more miserable.
I can only take this as gospel from those who told the story, but in her last two weeks of pregnancy, my mother demanded that my dad bring in a huge home made fan he had built to keep our pigs cool into the house where she laid in front of it with my two-year-old brother sweating next to her.
It was hot. I can only remember one July when it wasn’t hot and that was in 2009 during Albia’s Sesquicentennial. We wore jackets to ball games most of June into mid-July and a swim meet held at our recently opened new aquatic center had kids facing hypothermia once they climbed out of the heated pool.
So we’re facing another few days of intense heat. It would appear looking at the extended forecast that temperatures will drop back into the mid-80s next week, just in time for the girl’s softball tournament in Fort Dodge.
To hear weather forecasters along with climate change religionists and fanatics, we’re doomed. We are the proverbial egg sizzling in a frying pan.
A Des Moines Register headline screamed, “Most intense heat wave of 2019 over next 4 days!!!” We’re all going to die! Of course we’re facing the most intense heat wave in 2019. It’s July for crying out loud. Is it surprising to anyone that it gets hot in the summer and…and…cold in the winter.
I’m getting my morning dose of left wing propaganda listening to NPR and the completely worked over Steve Insky, and they have a story about how the temperature continuing to rise through man made climate change will cost the world trillions of dollars in lost productivity because you can’t work as fast in the heat, and you have to take more water breaks.
Okay, I’m going to sound ridiculously old, but I earned all of my spending money as a kid working for area farmers either picking up small square bales of hay from around 10 a.m. until either I had to go to baseball practice or it got to dark to safely operate tractors and hay skids. Old hay barns also tended to get really dark at night.
It was not at all uncommon to work inside a hay barn stacking bales in temperatures approaching 120 degrees. It was a treat to walk outside in the 95-degree sunshine, catching an occasional breeze while we walked alongside the hay skid throwing on bales.
The NPR reporter interviewed a Hispanic fellow who loaded and unloaded his own truck. “I drink lots of water,” he said. “I’ve got to get my loads delivered so I try to work faster to get them done before it really gets hot.” He should be in Congress.
I can’t say working hours in the hot sun in the late 1960s didn’t affect me long-term, although playing baseball every minute I wasn’t throwing bales in the hot sun probably contributed as much to my chronic pre-skin cancer as anything.
Here’s another thing the NPR story failed to report. Air conditioning is a relatively new invention. We didn’t live in an air conditioned home until about 1964 or 1965 when we got a small window air conditioner. If it got too hot in the house, we slept outside on the porch until the mosquitoes or a pop-up thunderstorm drove us back inside. The truth is, if indeed worker efficiency is determined by how hot it gets, Americans, at least, should be vastly more efficient today in this era of alleged global warming than any time in history.
As it was, the Industrial Revolution occurred sans air conditioning. Wilbur and Orville Wright invented the airplane in steamy North Carolina without AC.
The NPR reporter, in her soft yet intense NPR voice, was whining about the looming heat apocalypse, while ignoring the fact that most gigantic leaps in culture have happened during warming periods in the earth’s climate history. Look it up. Cold periods brought us the Dark Ages.
So, yes, it’s been hot this week. Make sure your pets have plenty of water, wear a cap, put on sunscreen and stay in air conditioning best you can.
FYI, air conditioning itself is contributing to global warming because it uses electricity which uses fossil fuels and we’re all going to die. Just so you know.
A lady opinion writer in the Des Moines Register on the same day they had the blaring headline about it being hot in July, suggests we plant trees to combat global warming. She is a historical fiction writer and has written for “Flash Fiction” magazine, so she must be believed.
Actually, planting trees has always been a good idea, regardless of how hot or cold it is outside. And clear cutting without replanting is a sin against nature. Her idea that tree canopies will trap harmful carbon emissions is sort of bizarre since trees produce CO2, but humans actually can control the number of trees that inhabit the earth, at least in some form. Right now in Iowa we have a micro-environmental problem with Emerald Ash Borer wiping out our ash tree population that we planted 50 years ago to offset Dutch Elm Disease. We need to be planting new varieties of trees for urban forest canopies now. For every ash tree removed, we probably ought to plant four or five maples or lindens or oaks.
We are blessed in Southern Iowa with magnificent forest canopies of Stephens State Forest and Shimek State Forest and lots of privately owned timber areas. It has become a cash crop in terms of attracting deer hunters with lots of money.
I love trees. On my 16 acres, half is covered in dense Iowa forest. My trees make me happy. They provide shade in the summer and break the wind in the winter. They offer nesting to bald eagles and squirrels and when they die of natural causes, they provide fuel for my wood burner.
I don’t need to feel guilty over manmade global warming to see the benefit of planting trees.
IF YOU WANT to talk to me next week call my cell (641-799-9121) and I’ll catch up to you when I’m actually in Albia. Mostly we will be traveling back and forth from Fort Dodge and the state softball tournament.
I’ll let my wife and daughters drive so I can take copious notes since we are approaching Monroe County Fair and Restoration Days.
Go Lady Dees!