MAMA AND THE AIR CONDITIONER
So here it was, the beginning of July
in the middle 1950's and it was hot. So hot that mama kept mumbling,
“Springs sprung, Fall's fell, Summer's here and it's hotter than
hell.” We were miserable. The heat that summer was unbearable.
Sure, we had been in our new house out in the country for only a
couple of years. “It's cooler in the country, you know,” daddy
said when we built this ranch style house. “Yet, we are still
hot,” mama said. “You'll get used to it,” daddy said. Mama
didn't. She asked for ceiling fans. “Too expensive to have all
those fans,” daddy replied. “Besides, there are still things
that have not been finished yet, like the barn being built, or the
dog pen for my hunting dogs. I don't even have a decent place to
fatten a hog. Besides, we have lots of windows opposite each other
and tons of air circulation. You'll be all right.”
Mama huffed from the room saying under
her breath, “The wind doesn't always seem to favor blowing all the
time for our pleasure, you old skinflint. We are hot, you miserable
old tightwad.” Mama was more determined than ever to be cooler.
The next week, while daddy was gone, she researched air conditioners
for the windows. She had men come out and measure and quote prices,
carefully writing down all the details and different estimates. She
presented them to daddy when he returned. Taking one look at them he
said, “Are you kidding? That is too expensive.” This really
made mama hot. No, mama didn't “glow” like all true southern
women. Nor was she the type of hot where you sweat buckets. She
was so hot her blood boiled.
To everyone else, life seemed to be
fine for the Blairs. Daddy had been elected to the State House of
Representatives and making a life for himself. Even his business,
Blair's Pest Control, was going well enough. Well, for him at least.
He didn't need air conditioning. He wasn't home that much any more
and when he was he was outdoors on his tractor, planting or
harvesting the cotton and corn we grew on what is now Mohon Street
and Brame Junior High School. And if he wasn't there then he was out
playing politician. We were the ones who had to suffer.
Meanwhile, mama stopped cooking steaks
and big meals using the oven thinking that would make him change his
mind. No, he began to eat at Effie's Restaurant with his cronies,
while we ate peanut butter sandwiches. Nothing seemed to work.
Meanwhile, the barn wasn't being built; the dogs still had their
little pen and the hogs shared the barn lot with the cows. Daddy
continued finding ways to not get things done. He was too busy,
politicking, or he had to go hunting or fishing, were his excuses.
Mama just got madder.
One day, in early August, daddy came
home with a brand new bass boat, the latest model. It had all the
bells and whistles, wonderful motor. Everything a fine fisherman
needed to enjoy on his days off. Mama hit the ceiling, but held her
tongue.
Two weeks later, the legislative
session began and daddy left for Baton Rouge. The first thing mama
did was call the dealer that gave the most expensive quote and
ordered air conditioners. She told them to install window units in
all three bedrooms, the dining room and living room as well as the
laundry room and to send the bill to Blair's Pest Control where it
would be paid promptly. “Oh, and please write at the top of the
ticket, in bold letters, 'Thanks for the bass boat.' We love it,”
she told them. They did.
Daddy never said another word and we no
longer had to wring our sheets out every morning after waking. Life
was cool for all the Blairs. I think my daddy learned a lesson that
day. He learned to never underestimate the power of a hot, mad
woman.
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