Retro Redux: Summertime — And The Junebugs Are Buzzin'

The official start of summer is very close now and a lot of blogs are focusing on the season. One that I read regularly has published a long list of summer-related songs, including several different renditions of Gershwin's classic composition, "Summertime." (Although in my opinion they left off one of the best versions, that by the Zombies.)

As for me, hearing the opening line of that song - 'Summertime, and the livin' is easy...' - inevitably turns my thoughts to memories of a time when it did seem that life was a little easier, or at least simpler. The summers of my childhood were filled with experiences that seem ordinary in retrospect but they still occupy a valued place in my memory. Included among them is the time I learned to make a pet out of a junebug.

(I should take a moment here to warn PETA members that they might not like some of what follows, but if you choose to proceed, remember that all of this happened a long time ago and no actual bugs were injured in the writing of this article.)

During my early childhood, my mother's much-younger brother was just a kid himself, still living with his parents — my grandparents. He was a good bit older than me, but he was a lot closer to my age than any other uncle and whenever we'd go to the country to visit I'd naturally gravitate toward him. He was a good-hearted guy who had to cope with a limp and a weakened left arm; the aftermath of having polio as a very young child. He did a good job with the coping thing though — his strong right arm more than made up for the weaker one, especially when we'd wrestle and he'd use it to grind my face into the dirt.

He and I often played in the fields around their house, and in early summer much of the area would be filled with wild growth that created a fertile hunting ground for junebugs. The big green critters were slow-flying and easy to catch in your hand, sort of like a bumblebee without a stinger. In fact, I remember that my uncle once took a swipe at a bumblebee, diverting his hand at the last second when he realized what it was. The bee wasn't the forgiving type though — it chased him across the field and nailed him on the back.

Once we'd caught a junebug (official name Green June Beetle) he showed me how to take a length of thread, make a loop, and draw it tight around the front part of its carapace. The result was like a little leash, and when the bug flew it was sort of like a tiny helicopter hovering at the end of the thread. We would sometimes tie the other end to a shirt button and then walk down to the general store, hoping we'd see some other kids. Unfortunately, the bug didn't last too long, and swinging a dead bug on the end of a thread has a much lower cool factor.

Article Author: Big Geez

Big Geez is a retiree who takes time off from trimming his ear hair to write about music -- occasionally writing reviews, but most often using his regular music feature, Retro Redux, to share his opinions about how something resonates with his memories and those of his generation. …

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