I was talking to Aunt Louise 1 afternoon.
Every one of us were talking about her accent and how she originally lived in the south.
She told me how she hated the Wintertide weather they had in Illinois. I couldn’t understand why she would transfer there if she didn’t appreciate the weather. She told me that when she met Uncle Bobby, she knew she would follow him everywhere. She got to Lansing, IL in the early summer, and the heat was just beginning to build. She loved how hot it was and that she was close to sites where she could swim. They could take their surfboards and head to the lake if they wanted. She loved the air conditioning when it was tepid and humid, but she was fine with heat the rest of the time. When fall arrived, she was still enjoying living in Lansing, IL, but she was beginning to get a hint of what Wintertide was going to be like. It was getting colder every afternoon. When she woke up 1 afternoon and heard the gas furnace running, she knew she was not prepared for the weather change. She needed a new coat, and some heavier shirts. As long as she could hear the gas furnace running she felt safe, but if something happened to the heating, she was scared. Since that was over 10 years earlier, she no longer worried about Wintertide in Lansing, IL. She worried more about dealing with summer time un-even temperatures when she went back south for vacation. I guess he had forgotten how tepid and humid it was down south, although I thought the heat and humidity couldn’t be worse than the two of us had in Chicago.