In day’s gone by, there was a rhythm and schedule to life that we seem to have lost and our lives, certainly my life, is the poorer. I enjoy having days of the week that certain chores are assigned. While people may have had a different schedule, they still managed to get the same things accomplished.
Monday was laundry day and now it always makes me happy when Monday is bright and sunny so the laundry can be hung on the line. Sunshine serves not only to dry my clothes but also to freshen and disinfect them. There’s nothing like sunshine to make things bright and smell wonderful! I try to keep Monday’s as laundry but sometimes life intervenes and laundry day is another day.
Tuesday was ironing day; does anyone remember the glass soft drink bottle with the holes punched in the metal top? That was used for sprinkling clothes just prior to ironing them. I love the way clothes smell when misted with lightly scented water. I use a linen, cotton or lavender scent depending upon what I’m ironing and it always smells so crisp. Mom had stretchers and she would put Daddy’s work pants on those stretchers to dry without too many wrinkles. She would also keep a bit of moistened laundry, wrapped in plastic, in the bottom of the refrigerator. When she was ready to iron, out could come the pre-moistened laundry. There always seemed to be plenty of room in the refrigerator for the laundry because Mom always made our meals from scratch. With five hungry people at the table, there was little in the way of leftovers. She also had a good sized pantry where the freezer was kept as well as all the canned goods from the summer garden.
Years ago someone was visiting from NYC and looked in my pantry. She saw rows of beans, tomatoes, peaches and other good things. She asked what they were? I asked, “what does it look like?” She told me peaches, tomatoes, etc. and I said, “you’re right. I canned those from Daddy’s garden and orchard and will eat them this coming winter.” She turned to me, eyes wide open and asked, “Is that LEGAL!?”
While it is funny, it’s also sad. I fear people don’t know what fresh food tastes like anymore and haven’t a clue how to can food. Recently, at the thrift store, I found a Blue Ball canner with all accessories in an unopened box. The price was $20 and I was over the moon to find it all. I don’t think it’s possible to have too many canning kettles and jars.
Wednesday was mending day and all the buttons and torn hems or pants were sewn on this day. I like those iron on patches as well because they lend toughness to the pants, especially jeans. I’ve heard of adults and children who wouldn’t wear patched jeans and I wonder, “why?”. Are they so uppity they think patched jeans beneath them? Then I think, “how sad for you and those around you that you, in my opinion, are so falsely proud.” I’m talking about wearing jeans for work or play although I’m not above going to town in work clothes. Sometimes the days are so full, it’s all I can do to get to town much less worry about my clothes.
I’ve got a basket of torn and ripped jeans that are headed for a quilt. The jeans are about worn out but still could keep a body warm when quilted with love and prayers. I know another woman who made a blue jean quilt and she says it’s quite heavy and extremely warm; I hope mine turns out as well.
Wednesday evening we attended “prayer meeting” at church and stayed for a little while to visit and catch up with folks we hadn’t seen since Sunday.
Thursday…I can’t remember what happened Thursday other than the usual…meals, homework, etc.
Friday was grocery shopping day and the coupons from the newspaper would be gathered and used. I don’t remember the grocery store name but I can remember going there with Mom.
On Saturday, Mom cleaned house and the girls pitched in to help. Daddy and my brother worked the garden, mowed the lawn and did other, manly, chores. I never could figure out why Mom would waste a perfectly good Saturday on cleaning house; now that I’m older, I understand. It was then she had her children there to help and as we all helped dirty the house, it seemed fair we all helped clean the house. Ditto for the food out of the garden.
We children were allowed to watch Saturday morning television, can’t remember if before or after cleaning, and I well remember Sky King and Penny…one of my very favorites! My brother enjoyed police and detective shows and all made an impression on him because he’s a retired County Deputy Sheriff.
Sunday we went to Sunday School and church then home for a meal that was already cooking in the oven. We didn’t have crock pots so Mom would put the roast in the oven on a low temperature and when we got home three hours later, it was ready and delicious. Sunday evening we headed back to church but sometimes stopped at the Dairy Queen for a soft serve after the service. What a wonderful treat!
On Sunday, we children were allowed to play but not rough house; we were allowed to ride our bikes, jump rope or other similar activities.
Monday though Thursday we came home from school and were allowed to go outside and play before supper. After supper and helping to clean up, we did homework. On Friday, we could put off homework until Sunday evening but had to have it finished before Disney or we couldn’t watch Tinkerbelle. Not watching Tinkerbelle *rarely* happened! -smile-
So, back to laundry. Recently on Mary Janes Farm, I asked if anyone would like to swap a clothes pin bag for some vintage aprons. Terri responded and the bag at the beginning of this post is the one she made. It’s just beautiful and made of heavy duty material that should last me many years. I like the bright, cheerful colors that sing Laundry Day! Terri is an amazing seamstress and farmer, check out both of her sites, each linked to her name.
I like laundry days and last year Zen Habits had a great suggestion to use a “laundry day” to purge oneself of old tasks, chores, etc. In other words, get that to-do list in a bit more ship-shape order. It doesn’t quite accomplish having a daily schedule, but it does help get one in gear and tackle the jobs that seem to pile up. I think I’m going to go back to a schedule, both weekly and monthly and I’m going to use the Zen Habit of one laundry day a month to purge.
I’m also going to arrange the weekly schedule to suit me but I’ll keep Monday as laundry day; that just seems right.
Blessings ~ laundry and laundry day ~ clothes pin bags ~ memories ~ family ~ chores ~ slowing down ~