Monday, September 24, 2012

Monday is Washday

It's still a warm day I discovered when I awoke this morning. What should I expect, its still September. Mondays are busy days around here, but you wouldn't thinks so if you saw the way the big yellow dog was sprawled out on the driveway taking his early morning nap. He was busy all night chasing all the wild creatures of the night. Let him sleep, I've got things I need to do.

This is the day to do the laundry that I've let pile up over the last week. Anyway, this is Monday and washday. It is so easy to throw all the soiled clothes in the washing machine, add some soap powder, and push the buttons. All I have to do is turn on the TV and wait until the washer runs its cycle. Good time now to watch a movie and relax. I didn't relax, my mind started wandering to way back yonder.

When I was a little kid washdays were a lot different. There was a big iron pot in our back yard. We filled it with water and then built a fire under the pot to heat the water. We had to pump the water by hand to fill the pot. We also pumped enough water to fill two tubs. One was to scrub the clothes in and the other was used to rinse the clothes in. We used the water from the iron pot to heat the tubs of water, and to boil the stubborn stains that didn't come clean with scrubbing. The scrub board did a good job on the clothes, but it was tough on the hands. Then the clothes were hung on the clothes line to dry.

That last paragraph makes me tired just thinking about. My laundry is finished, folded and put away and I didn't get tired.


  1. Now it worked! Happy we all have washers and dryers these days. Just need a maid to do the rest of the housekeeping!

  2. Love you Memaw! That made me laugh!Maybe if my boys had to do all that work to wash clothes there wouldn't be so much to wash!