The hottest we have ever been is while we lived in Williston. Those houses are built so tight—and there’s no air conditioning. The temp can actually reach 100 degrees for a few days.
Summer didn’t last long—the joke used to be that we hoped summer came on a weekend so we could have a picnic.
Our windows also had “storm windows” in addition to the regular windows, and it took a while to figure out how to remove those outer windows.
I used to think ceiling fans would be nice—and even jokingly talked about opening a ceiling fan store.
On the other side of the coin, we lived across the street from the grade school, and every winter they would grade out some dirt to make a skating pond. They would flood it in late November, and it would stay frozen until the spring thaw.
Two of our kids were old enough to learn how to ice skate a bit—they were 5 and 6 at the time. We bought them some skates and they would go over and try to skate—and I could keep an eye on them from my warm house by looking out the window......