Labor Day reminds me of a cool summer day when I was stationed in Mississippi. The temperature is a cool 85.1F. The humidity is 80%, without breeze. The calculations worked and we end up with a feels like temperature of 100F. Uck. The way I make myself feel better is to look up the location where I was stationed in Mississippi and right now it feels like 101F. Once again, I feel better.
Is this normal weather or not? Probably not. This late heat and humidity is not normal for Annapolis. It should be lower humidity and about 83F for the day. However, this is not out of the band of “normal”. What is sad is the legislators, in particular the House, are not here to enjoy it. The few times they have blessed the Capitol with their presence has been during an abnormal summer caused by a pocket of cool air from the Arctic. For a group of them this would seem to convince their anti-science brains that global warming does not exist.
But, getting back to my ice cube. For those who have always had ice in the freezer and never thought about a cold beer on a hot day, think about our brave and adventurous ancestors sitting around the farm in the middle Atlantic colonies on September 1, 1776. Sure they stored away ice in the ice house, but that melted a month ago and there is nothing left but sawdust.
What do we do for cold beer? Well, the answer is dig a hole. Several feet down in the root cellar is a fine place to get to 50ish Fahrenheit degrees. When you are sitting around after a hard day of work and the resulting sweat, 50F beer is good. Even better after a couple of pints.
The second answer, and one I can only reference from memory (at times I do feel that old), is that ice peddlers would bring ice down in wagons from the North where they had it stored in warehouses. The story of Dolly Madison and her ice cream is why I remember that. IRC she had it brought down to the White House from a warehouse in New York.
Off the Great Lakes, and Finger Lakes, along with rivers of the north, ice would be harvested like any other crop. The ice would be stored in great warehouses covered with sawdust for insulation. I can tell you the sawdust does not taste good. From these warehouses, ice would be carried south for sale to those wanting a cold beer, or whatever. This was also the time of the Little Ice Age, causing a lot of cold winters resulting in a lot of ice.
The cellars were where the cool was and that is where the beer was for most colonists.
Here is a raised, and ice cold, brew to my ancestors. The Fosters, Shockley, McGill, Juntenen’s, Simo, Antonen, Taurianen, Moilanen, Shreeve, Russel, Davis, and especially the Hickmans (and whoever else in my family tree was around in 1776).
– Blue Bronc is a Trail Mix Contributor.