A childhood with no HVAC

I grew up in a home that did not have any form of climate control.

Well, I guess that’s not entirely accurate.

We had two ceiling fans, box fans, and we opened the windows for fresh air on days that were cool enough for it. My parents felt that installing central heating and air would be a frivolity; entirely unnecessary for our family. While I was growing up, I never really thought about the fact that we didn’t have central heating and air so I guess I was cool with it, no pun intended. The thing is, we lived in a very mild climate. At the worst, in the winter we have the odd cold snap that would not last very long. Conversely, in the summer, hot spells would last for a few days and then things would return to the upper 70s, quite tolerable temperatures, since the humidity level was so low compared to other parts of the country. Put simply, we didn’t need central heating and air because we could rely on the weather to be merciful the vast majority of the time when it came to comfort. I can still remember cool summer evenings, on which we left the windows open to let the breeze through. My bedroom was perfectly cool and ventilated and the chirping of the crickets and croaking of the frogs always put me to sleep so sweetly. During the winter, we simply relied on our home’s insulation when things got a little too cold. We also wore extra layers and put a few logs on the fire in the evenings every now and then.
Zone controlled HVAC