Most summer mornings begin with tea on the screened-in porch and the overhead fan switched on for a breeze. It's a silent fan, which I like. I'd never really noticed how silent, however, until the other evening when I switched on a smaller, rotating fan in the living room. This fan is not silent. Instead, it makes a sound that quintessetially evokes summer for me--a long brrrrlllll sound and then a click as the fan finishes its arc, rotating to the other side.
When I was young, we lived in a house with only one air conditioner--in my parent's room. But every night, when we all gathered around the dining room table, there was a huge standing fan, about waist-high, that generated a powerful breeze, and when it rotated back and forth, it made that sound which I still associate with all of us sitting down for dinner, the windows thrown open, perspiring pitchers of iced tea on the table, and the sound of the neighbor kids calling to one another--"Ooly, ooly ocean free"--as they played kick-the-can in the alley, the sounds of their voices echoing in the fading light.
You make it sound, and look, so much better Mary.
Posted by: Mike Houlihan | 07/31/2011 at 11:30 AM