Not to long ago, I was fairly new to North Carolina. The temps here in the summer can hover around 95 all the time and have humidity so high that you jump into a pool to dry off. I had moved from 50 years in Vermont, which on occasion can get quite warm as well as quite cold, but the warm is short lived. I had the AC in my apartment here so low that I couldn't see out the windows because of the condensation on the glass due to the heat and humidity outside coming in contact with the meat preserving temperatures inside.
Anyway, I had taken my car to a car wash and went inside to wait for it to come out on the other side. While there I picked up a picture book of the town in the 1800's. I was dressed in shorts and t-shirt and felt I was literally melting in the heat. The folks that lived in that same town 100 years before were completely covered from head to toe with dark, heavy wool clothing. Men had starched white shirts with ties and top hats and women had absolutely layers of clothing with every inch on skin covered and large floppy hats and high button boots. How did they ever survive. I haven't a clue, they didn't even have an AC equipped house to go back to. Since this was also before deodorant and bathing was weekly, at best. I, at that point, concluded that we are colossal wimps, however, at the same time I was happy to not have lived in that era. This must have literally stunk to be them.