Friday Five: Hot Town, Summer in the City

(as posted at RevGalBlogPals by reverendmother)

…or town, or suburb, or hamlet, or burg, or unincorporated zone, or rural area of your choice—pretty much anywhere but the southern hemisphere, it’s summer. (Australians and others, consider this an invitation to take a break from winter for a while.)

1. Favorite summer food(s) and beverage(s)

To eat: Strawberries. The season here is brief, but worth the wait. I’m told Old Mill Town has a fantastic pick-your-own place, and I’m looking forward to picking them, probably this time next week or the first of July. The goal is to have fresh, local berries for the 4th of July.

To drink: iced coffee, all summer long. My mother was a major coffee addict. She used to pour instant coffee over ice, lots of ice, unsweetened and black as she could get it. I am a little less hardcore. I brew mine and add a little half-and-half. Interestingly I don’t care as much about having it be sweet when it is iced.

2. Song that "says" summer to you. (Need not be about summer explicitly.)

"Afternoon Delight." No, don’t be tacky. I heard it for the very first time on someone’s transistor radio at Camp Alleghany, 30 or so years ago. I didn’t even know what it meant, precisely. It brings back mountain air and sunshine and the quiet rustle of tent flaps while girls whisper at Rest Hour and the counselors gentle shushing reminds them not to, after all. Of course, thinking of camp brings up all sorts of other songs.

3. A childhood summer memory

In the summer of 1972, when my father was running for re-election to the Senate, we spent a couple of weeks at a family friend’s house in Nags Head, North Carolina. It was a pretty typical week of sand and ocean. My brother and I both loved swimming in the ocean, no matter how cold it might be, and this vacation came late enough to really enjoy it. While we were there a film crew came to get some footage of the family for a campaign commercial. Please remember these were primitive days. We set up a fake breakfast in the kitchen and sat at the table and pretended to eat it. It felt very strange, and I remember asking if we couldn’t at least toast the bread?

4. An adult summer memory

After a hike to the top of Mount Chocorua in 2001, and a hike down that included a spill, I remember the wonder of wading into Lake Chocorua and the pleasure of swimming there with Pure Luck (even though the water made my blisters sting…a little). 

5. Describe a wonderful summer day you’d like to have in the near future. (weather, location, activities)

I am hoping to visit Lake Champlain with Pure Luck next month. For some reason I have a yen to see it. We have both been to Vermont, but never together, so it has been on our list of destinations for a while. My idea of a vacation includes an itinerary and reservations. His does not. I’ve decided to go with his plan this time. I don’t want to be in charge of anything. I did ask that we limit athletic ventures to those I can participate in without being so sore and stiff that I don’t enjoy the rest of our time away.

Optional: Does your place of worship do anything differently in the summer? (Fewer services, casual dress, etc.)

Yes. The worship service begins an hour earlier, and I will not be robing, since there is no air-conditioning. I believe there’s an expectation that services will be shorter, too, so I’ll bear that in mind when preparing sermons. We go back to the regular time in September, the week after Labor Day.

22 thoughts on “Friday Five: Hot Town, Summer in the City”

  1. “Who will buy my sweet red roses, two blooms for a penny?”
    Well, now you’ve thrown me into another fit of memory, for the two times I was in that particular production! Once, an orphan. The second time, “Will you buy any milk today, Mistress? Any milk today, Mistress?”

  2. You clever thing!
    #1 Son was in a production years ago, playing an orphan. The gal who sang the line about the strawberries had a lot of voice for that community theatre’s space, so it’s a humorous memory for my family, at the same time it’s a quartet I love for it’s interweaving.

  3. yes, fresh picked strawberries are like nothing else. Only bad thing: they don’t keep. You have to eat them right away. (right?)

  4. My mother loved that diner scene from Five Easy Pieces where Jack Nicholson is trying to order toast with an omelet. More than once I saw her order a cup of black coffee and a glass of ice.
    Diane, definitely they must be eaten soon after picking.

  5. 2. Song that “says” summer to you. (Need not be about summer explicitly.)
    “Afternoon Delight.”
    Ooh, ooh, me too, me too. But I was old enough to know what it was about. Although young enough not to be dating, which meant the guys were coming over to my house on bikes and we were hanging around the neighborhood in-between houses and in overgrown vacant lots, and necking.

  6. Yum. I have a fond memory of eating fresh picked strawberries at my great-grandmothers house in Idaho in a bowl with cold fresh milk and probably a hint of sugar. sigh.
    enjoy your carefree trip to Vermont!

  7. Camp songs? Don’t get me started!
    What an odd, sweet memory. I love your stories about your family. They are so, SO different from the people I grew up with.

  8. I’m there with you on all counts except the iced coffee-blech. If you don’t mind I’ll substitute iced tea. “Afternoon Delight –that brings back alot of summer time memories for me too–I did know what it meant too…
    When you’re at Lake Champlain come south and west and visit!Or just hop a ride down the Champlain Canal 😉

  9. Songbird–are they small, really intense strawberries? Do you get to pick them wild? Strawberries in Sweden are like that and they are just delicious. Amazing how evocative these five questions were, huh?

  10. Yummm…strawberries. And rhubarb.
    I just saw Lake Champlain last weekend. It is indeed very beautiful, as are the mountains on either side of it.

  11. Nags Head in the summer of ’72? I was there for three weeks that summer with my first husband and his family. We had a Nor’easter, and ate deliciious fish and I learned what a “hoi toider” was. What a great place!! Visited Kitty Hawk as well. Small world.
    And for the longest time I thought Afternoon Delight was some kind of candy, like Turkish Delight. Ah Dur Hey…..

  12. mmmm strawberries. If you haven’t eaten fresh FINNISH strawberries you haven’t lived. They are smaller than usual (probably below EU standards) and so so so sweet and tasty.
    I love them with single (very thin runny) cream – but hubby wants whipped cream – he has to do it himself though. Oh and DD makes us laugh everyyear … she says “but Daddy always cuts my strawberries into four pieces” and then he does. She’s 15 … but I think he’ll do it for her for ever if she asks 🙂
    blessed weekend.

  13. I love Afternoon Delight! The song, I mean. Oh, okay, who am I kidding. I love Afternoon Delight, song or otherwise. [yes, I am tacky, can’t help myself – I’ll blame it on I’m-almost-on-vacation brain]

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