I remember the summer of 1936, as if it were yesterday.
It
was hot. I mean really hot. That
was before air conditioning. Before
television. Before “global warming.” Before we were
bombarded over and over again with pictures of chunks of that same iceberg
falling into the sea. The only iceberg we knew about was the one that took down
the Titanic.
Somehow
we survived the heat. We put bed sheets in the ice box (the ice was delivered
by horse drawn wagon), and cooled off a bit before going to sleep. We sat on
the porch. We went to the lake.
Me, Grandma Kolinsky, my sister Sis and my cousin Mickey at the lake |
Now
we hear that “36”, not 2006, was indeed the hottest summer ever, according to
the weather scientists. And, as I recall, It was hot in more ways than one.
The
Facists were winning in that bloody Civil War in Spain. Americans in the
“Lincoln Brigade” were dying trying to preserve some semblance on democracy.
The Fascists in Italy annexed Ethiopia after a grim war.
Hitler
was raging on the newsreels at the movies. Threatening to exterminate the Jews from the face of Europe. Cleveland’s Jesse Owens was a big
winner in the Summer Olympics in Berlin, and the Fuhrer refused to shake his
hand.
Cumberland Pool 1930's |
The
depression was at its depths. Unemployment was fearsome. The homeless were
everywhere. (not only on Public Square.) Even middle class folks in the Heights
were abandoning their homes for lower priced apartment rentals. (We moved to
Euclid Heights Blvd.). President Roosevelt had told us in a speech at
Chautauqua N.Y. that we had “nothing to fear but fear itself”. Not sure my
friends and family really believed that.
Apple picking with my news bag |
The
Republican convention was in Cleveland and nominated Alf. Landon of Kansas to
challenge FDR. And the Literary Digest
poll showed that he could beat our beloved president. (They were so wrong the
magazine went out of business.)
The
Indians were wallowing as usual. The Browns were the “Rams”, and played without
significant distinction in League Park. Construction had stopped on some major
building including the proposed, lavish Clevelander Club at 107th
and Carnegie. Our captains of industry, including the VanSweringens, were in
the verge of bankruptcy. The banks
were closing. I lost my meager savings at the Union Trust.
It
was long, hot summer all right.
But I don’t recall a word about global warming. We had plenty to worry about besides
the thermometer. as the world itself seemed to be collapsing around us, one
fearsome chunk at a time.
Bud Weidenthal was a reporter for the
Cleveland Press and until 2005
served as editor of the RC 2000 Urban Report.
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