It appears the relentless heat has abated for the present
and what a relief it is. To paraphrase my favorite comedian, Johnny Carson, it
has been so hot recently that when I stopped by Burger King and ordered a
hamburger, the clerk said if I wanted my way I would have to cook it myself.
People that keep track of these things say that July was the
hottest month on record for decades in this part of the state, and just a drive
along a cornfield will attest to this. Where normally cornstalks rise to over
eight feet and have ripe ears dangling, they are now parched and blistered with
hardly an ear in sight.
Recently I read an article about the summer of 1936 and how
hot and dry it was that year. (In 1936 Grant Wood painted Spring Turning, as well as The
Practical Idealist and The
Sentimental Yearner featured in Sinclair Lewis’s illustrated version of Main Street, evidently the heat didn’t
slow him down much.) I remember Dad talking about that summer and he had little
good to say about it, so I at least was aware of the conditions. This was in
the time long before air conditioning and only the well-to-do had electric fans.
Not only did the Iowa
farmers have the heat and the drought to contend with, to make things worse a
plague of grasshoppers and cinch bugs destroyed whatever crop was left after
the heat had its turn. Talk about miserable bad luck.
One thing the heat did not impact much on was the number of
visitors at the American Gothic House and Center. Sure, on the hottest days
there wasn’t quite as much traffic as cooler days (of which there was but a
handful in July and the first of August) but they still kept coming. Stepping
from the air conditioned comfort of their cars onto the blistering parking lot
of the Center I would often wonder what they were thinking—do you folks know
how hot it is? But still they came. And from all over. One afternoon there were
five cars in the parking lot sporting license plates from five separate states:
Maryland, Missouri,
North Carolina, Indiana
and Texas.
When I remarked about the heat to the Texan she said it wasn’t anything
compared to where she was from (it was 117 the day she left). I guess 102
degrees is better than 117 degrees, but to me the difference is negligible.
In my short time here I marvel daily at all the folks that
get off the beaten path and wind through the country to Eldon just to seek out
the American Gothic House, tour the Center and step outside to have their
picture taken—no matter what the temperature is—all the while smiling and
having a good time. It’s good to be a part of that.
Brian Chambers
Media Coordinator
American
Gothic House Center
641-652-3352
wapellocountymediacoordinator@gmail.com
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