|Summer in Illinois|
|Just how hot is it today!?|
The summers were the hardest. Once the sun came up over the cornfields to the east, all the windows upstairs were closed, and the shades were drawn. For, once the sun started climbing, so did the temperature upstairs. If it was 100 deg. outside, it was 110 upstairs. Venturing upstairs to fetch something meant coming downstairs soaked in sweat.
|Sears window fan, 1950s|
But once the sun went down, the shades were opened, and the windows raised; screens were maneuvered in to block out bugs. And then we would turn on the window fan. Most people see that word and think about the lightweight box fan available from Wal-Mart for $19.99. But, they would be mistaken. A window fan is different. It is a heavy piece of machinery that is hoisted by two people into the frame of the window and made secure. During the day, the window is closed, and the fan sits idly by inside the window frame, waiting for the night when it gets some real action. Once the window is opened, the fan is turned on and whoa-Nelly-Katie-bar-the-door! The fan is aimed so that the air is pulled through the windows on the opposing side of the house and propelled out forcefully through the slicing blades of the window fan.
The key thing normally entrusted to me was to raise the window sash to the right level, where it would lock in place. There are two levels: one that is about 2 inches above the window fan and one that is about 3 inches above the window fan. You wouldn’t think this could make a difference, but it does.
Why does it make a difference? Well, I will tell you tomorrow.