On one of our very HOT days recently, I noticed I could probably write my name in the dust on the table and decided it was time to get some housework done. However, instead of doing something about it right then, I started having flashbacks about doing chores when growing up, and one of the reasons I dislike doing housework now.
I am very much aware that many of you "Younger Ladies" won't be able to relate to some of the ways we did chores when I was growing up.
Curtain Stretchers: When the lace shears got washed, I had to help put them on the stretchers to dry . Hard on the fingers, as you had to pull the edge of the curtain and attached to the tiny, sharp nails.
Mopping and waxing floors: I cringe to this day thinking about doing that. Had to sweep, mop, let dry, then get down on hands and knees and wax with a rag of some kind. Then stand guard and yell at sibling for trying to come thru the front door and walking on it. Then the "little brat" would tell on me for yelling at him. :-D It was not funny back then, because he was always doing something to aggravate me and when I would retaliate he would scream "Mama" - I was older, so I was the one that got into trouble whether I was the instigator or not.
Cleaning wallpaper: Growing up, we had a coal furnace that was not converted to gas until I was in high school. One of my chores, was to help clean the wallpaper due to the film it got on it because of the furnace. Please tell me I am not the only one who remembers the can of wallpaper cleaner (a little larger than play dough), and looked like one of those big pieces of bubble gum. I can smell that stuff right now as I type. :-b
Laundry: Had to help do laundry in a wringer washing machine and hang clothes on lines - regardless of the temps. My Mother always put this chore off until Saturday morning since there was no school and she had us there to help. I remember hanging clothes in the bitter cold, and by the time you got to the end of the line the first ones you hung, were frozen. Jeans/slacks were put on stretchers and stiff as a board when you took them off the line.
Wash, dry and put away dishes: No automatic dishwasher in the house - need I say more. We alternated who had to wash and who had to dry. My sibling and I always seemed to get into an argument (over what ever) while doing the dishes.
Sprinkle clothes and iron: And this was when the sheets and pillow cases were ironed. As a matter of fact - just about everything was ironed except for underwear and socks.
Starched crinolins/net petticoats that were worn under the poodle skirts and hung by the bottom edge so it would stand out. Actually, I never had a poodle skirt, but did have the full skirts to wear over them. I remember sitting down, and the front of it would go straight up. There was an "art" to being able to control those things. :-D
Cooked: "Fixed" lunch for siblings and more often than not cooked dinner, or finished up what Mother started before she left for work.
My Mother worked the evening shift. We use to joke about it and said she did that, so she did not have to deal with a husband and kids - pretty sure more truth than fiction.
Making beds: It took 2 to make a bed, because we had feather beds. One on each side to turn them and fluff them up.
And anything else that might need to be done.
What was our reward ? After the laundry got done and the house cleaned on Saturday, got 25 cts. to go to the movie. The 25 cts. got me in the Saturday movie, small bag of popcorn and small drink dispensed out of a machine (grape was my favorite back then) . Walked a little over a mile to and from - almost 2 1/2 miles round trip. Would I let my child or grandchild walk that alone now ??? NO!!! (Ooops! sorry if I yelled)
How times have changed !!
Just a trip down "Memory Lane", and a "Dab of This and That" !
ETA: Update on the gladiolas - Was unable to revive them . I suspect they were either picked to soon or in cold storage to long.