Thursday, July 21, 2011
I actually had a grandmother that was born in the Bahamas. But she wasn't a "native" in the truest sense of the word - her ancestors had moved to a small island during the Revolutionary War, as many loyalists did. She ended up coming north again as a teen-ager when entire family was wiped out in a measles epidemic there, with the exception of her older brother who had already left the Caribbean for the fishing village in Montauk. So he sent for her when she was suddenly alone, and the rest is history as they say (at least my family history!). She did love the hot weather though and although I only knew her more than forty years after she left the tropical climate, she often mentioned how "beautiful" the weather was there. She never returned to her original home, but there is still a village there that carries her family name. I assume I have many third and fourth cousins there is ever I decided to go and look.
Well Grandma may have liked this weather but not me. I was as happy as a clam last week when the humidity dropped low and the temperature stayed tolerable. I knew it was too good to be true, especially in July.
And we still have August to get through.