Okay, windy here has a little story. My maternal grandmother was of the old school. She wore a scarf on her head and long dresses. She never allowed anyone to see her ankles so she wore cotton stockings that were tied at her knee so they would not fall down. In the heat of the summer she would take the wash pan on the back porch and dip a dipper of water from the water bucket we kept on the porch. She sat down and took her shoes and stockings off, one at a time. She would dip her foot in the water and play with it for a spell while she fanned herself with her apron. She kept that black scarf on and tied tightly. She said if she didn't have it on her brain would fester and she couldn't think!! If she heard anyone approaching she would take her foot out of the water and spread her skirt over it, because it was uncomely for anyone, especially men folks, to see her ankles. But she kept cool, playing in the water. I doubt she ever heard of a swimming pool or shower. I run cold water over my arms and hands a lot in the summer, but never my feet....but it's been a thought lately.
Blessings,
Ruth