When I was a child, we used to spend hot summer evenings on the front porch of our house. Usually a cool,pleasant breeze out on the porch. We children used to play games or read comic book there while my father sat in his rocking chair and rocked back and forth for hours. Sometime he smoked his pipe or did the crossword puzzle from the newspaper. Mother used to use a paper fan when there was no breeze. Sometimes she cleaned strawberries. Then,later in the evening,she took them into the kitchen and reappeared in a few minutes with big dishes of strawberries and cream.