Growing up we visited my grandpareht’s farm in southwest Missouri for one week around Christmas & one week in the summer every year. It was either really cold or really hot —no Hvac of course. In the summer we would fall asleep with the fan on us, but my grandpa would get up in the middle of the night & turn it off because us “city kids” were using too much electricity. There wasn’t much to do as far as entertainment, but we used our imaginations. I feel fortunate to have had those experiences. I immediately knew the exact smell you were referring to. And I too am glad those places still exist.
Growing up we visited my grandpareht’s farm in southwest Missouri for one week around Christmas & one week in the summer every year. It was either really cold or really hot —no Hvac of course. In the summer we would fall asleep with the fan on us, but my grandpa would get up in the middle of the night & turn it off because us “city kids” were using too much electricity. There wasn’t much to do as far as entertainment, but we used our imaginations. I feel fortunate to have had those experiences. I immediately knew the exact smell you were referring to. And I too am glad those places still exist.
Reminds me of that line from “Field of Dreams.” I think it went something like, “Is this heaven?” And he answered, “No. it’s Iowa.”