NPR has been asking listeners to send in their memories of the sounds of summer.
What are some of yours?
Back when I went to Ohio in the summer, it was so hot we spent nearly 8 hours a day at the town swimming pool and can still hear the sounds of all most of the town playing in the pool. And from the snack bar speakers, summer pop songs like Shaun Cassidy.
And back here in Colorado? Listening to the baseball games late night on the radio, especially the 50,000 watt blowtorches of the Midwest.
Maybe it is just nostalgia, but those old announcers seem so much more fun than the cookie cutters broadcasting these days.
And also the sound of the hay mower being pulled behind the Jeep in September. Swick, swick, swick as it went back and forth.
And the scream-pop of bottle rockets of course.
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The waves crashing against the shoreline, the sea gulls screeching, people talking and laughing, radios playing and the occasional announcement on the PA system of a lost child - Miss my east coast in the summer.
Following the musical sounds of the ice cream truck around the 'hood. Pulling the cool,crisp,line dried sheets up around your shoulders,as the summer's nite breeze caresses the linens........awakening to the happy chatter of the birds enjoying the warmer weather. The clinking of ice as
you pour the sun tea into your glass and savor the coolness sliding down your throat....and all that captured in the song....."summer breezes,makes me feel fine.....going thru the jasmine in my mind.'.......sweet days of summer.......
Hummingbirds dive bombing
Flickers calling
Great Horned Owl hooting
Those clicky flying grasshoppers
Huffing black bear mom
Gray Squirrels warning that something is there
Dadirtykid wrote: In my neighborhood it's dogs barking, drunks screaming, and the not so annoying kids playing.
:thumbsup: We used to live off Sheridan when we were starting out and the nighttime sounds because the windows were open to cool off were roosters in the morning and throughout the day, backfires or gunshots, hard to tell apart, and the woman across the way who would yell for her son every night about 10 times, "Bubba".
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