Author: Cranky Crone

As my readers know, I have a rule:  Something has to leave my house, every day, and never come back.  And, I have a lot of “somethings” to eliminate from my house.  Rule aside, it is hard to let personal possessions go.  Really hard.

You probably also know that I have books.  Boy!  Do I have books!.    There are few rooms in my home that don’t have books in them – usually, more than one book.  Even after giving away thousands of books (to an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas; to libraries, to individual persons who wanted them).  And still, I have books.

Did you have a job away from home in your other life.  You know.  Before becoming an older person.  I did.  Well, actually, I had many, and telling you this story is going to sound like a resumé.  So, please bear with me.  As I remember, I never had a job that I completely couldn’t tolerate.  My first “work for pay” job was taking care of a boy after school, as well as doing some light housework.  I’ve never been keen on doing housework.  But, it was part of the job, so housework I did.  I can’t remember the boy’s name.  He was about eight or nine and, as I remember, a pretty good kid.  I also can’t remember what the mom did for work; I do remember that she was expecting her second child.  The dad worked at one of the local television stations – pretty high-brow stuff for a girl in high school to be taking care of his kid.  Television was really new at that time, and everything about a television station was impressive.

Today’s blog is nothing but images of the second, ten-inch snow that we’ve had this month.  The first one burned off (where the snow had been cleared down to the concrete).  Now, we have our ten inches back on driveways, sidewalks – everywhere.  Bushes, fence posts, and my gazing ball garden.  If you live in my area, you will recognize this snow.  If you don’t, you can, again, see why the snow never leaves my front yard until spring!  I hope you do enjoy the images.

In my last blog, I described the washing I did the day I tracked my activity.  A friend said that was too many loads of wash.  She said, she just took all of her wash, loaded it into the machine (without sorting by color, texture, and materials).  One load and no steps.  That provoked my thinking about my experiences with washing – clothes, bedding, etc.  When I expressed surprise to Sister Clara, she reminded me that my friend could wash her laundry any way she wanted to!  And, of course, she is correct.

I remember as a young child, being in Palisade with my parents and little sister.  Our parents were picking peaches, and we were in lodging that was made of four-foot panels around a concrete floor with screens for windows and canvas tent for a roof.  And, a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the tent.  We were there for about a week.  As I remember, I was in charge of some of the cooking – I’m not sure what I cooked, but I think that was when I learned to use a camp stove for cooking.  Anyway, I also was responsible for washing our family’s clothing.  Apparently, harvesting peaches is dirty work.  And, I washed the clothing by hand; there were no washing machines in the camp.

At home, my mother, of course, did all of the washing for our family (women did, in those days).  Seven people, parents and five daughters.  I first remember her washing in the 1940s.  We had no water heater.  No washer attached to hot and cold water hoses with a drain hose.  My mother’s washing machine was round like a barrel, green enamel machine on wheels with the wringer attached at the side on top of the machine.  The wringer could be swung around, away from the position above the machine to handle the clothes as they came out of the rinse tubs.

This was a great step up from when she washed men’s clothes at a boarding house – by hand.  She may have used the “agitator” that I’ve pictured here, manually sloshing the water and laundry about a tub of hot water.  Certainly, she would have used lye soap; probably lye soap that was made at home.  Nothing was from a store. Hot water was an important feature of clothes washing, at that time I remember in my home.  But, as I said, we had no water heater.

We did have a kitchen cook stove with an attached water reservoir.  It took some time to get the volume of water hot.  Mom would start the wood stove (she actually used coal); the heat would transfer to the water reservoir on the end of the stove.  When the water was hot, she would dip water into the round, barrel-like washing machine, add the soap (again, probably, lye soap – Sister Clara remembers how cracked Mom’s hands were), add the clothes, and start the agitator that was inside of the machine.  After the clothes agitated as long as she thought they should, she would use her stick (about three-feet long) to fish the clothes out of the water and put them through the wringer.  Into the cold water in the rinse tub.  The wringer was really good at popping buttons off of blouses – even breaking them, at will.

And, then, of course, all was hung on the clothes line outside in the warm or freezing air, depending on the season.  In the winter, the frozen wash was brought into the house where it finished drying beside the cook stove.  I always thought of this drying the frozen wash was the beginning of clothes softening.  They were very soft after being put through this process.

We talked about starting out by washing in hot water.  Of course, working through the many loads of wash, the temperature of the water cooled so that the last load was washed in cold water.  Also of note is that the order of washing loads was:  first, white and light-colored wash; next, darker clothes, and so forth, until my father’s overalls (darker, dirtier, and heavier) were washed, last.  Clara remembers our mom working over a boiling tub of water in the back yard, washing our dad’s dirty, greasy overalls  Wash day continued by somehow getting the dirty water out of the washer and the rinse tubs.  I don’t remember how that hap5pened, but I can assure you that it wasn’t an easy task.  Washing was finally finished when the tubs and the washer were stored to wait for the next wash day.

I don’t remember when the wringer washer disappeared and a more modern top-loader washer came into the house.  It was like having something magic show up.  No carrying hot water from a reservoir to the washer; or using the water in an outside hose heated by the sun.  No manual, back-breaking labor to get the washing finished.

At that time, the cleansing agent (a powdered soap) was washer detergent that came in boxes and, later plastic bottles (with lots of water in the mix -so we paid for a lot of water, rather than soap).  We were still using hot or warm water for washing and cold for rinsing.  And, we had water heaters to make hot water that was dumped into the washer through hot and cold hoses and removed by a drain hose.  How easy was that!  And. we were still hanging clothes on the line, hoping not to drop them in the dirt.

Have you ever thought about why we call soap operas, soap operas?  Apparently, while doing wash in the “olden days,” ladies would listen to radio programs sponsored by soap companies.  Hence – soap operas.  Ted Kooser’s** poem, “Depression Glass” (in Delights and Shadows) tells about the pink glass dishes (cups, saucers, and such) that were found in boxes of soap as gifts.

Today, we have indoor dryers, as well as washers.  We also realize that cold water works just as well for cleaning as hot.  And, the clothes washing detergent has much less water in it.  In fact, I use a product that is a three by five sheet, 1/16 inch thick.  It completely dissolves in the water.  No water to spill, at all.  I wish I had that when I was in college.  I spilled a lot of stuff on the floor in the laundry room at school.

Personally, I still sort my laundry – whites and certain colored clothes; darker clothes (dark sweaters, then trousers).  I always wash bedding in hot water – there are tiny, tiny critters in the sheets, you know.  And, if your dog sleeps on your bed, as mine does, you have a “dog sheet” on top of all of the bedding to protect it.  I think there must be a special place in heaven for the person(s) who invented the Color Catcher for the wash and the wool balls to put into the dryer (rather than single-use dryer sheets).

My physical therapist wants me to wash one load per day.  Because I have twelve steps to the basement where the washer and dryer are, that means I have to descend and/or ascend seventy-two steps for each load.

Sometimes, I think about all of the electrical appliances I have in my house, appliances that I use day in and day out.  I play a game of which appliances could I get along without and which ones I can absolutely not get along without.  I’ve decided that in addition to my microwave oven (an absolute necessity and #1 in my kitchen), I certainly would not want to have my clothes washer disappear from  my life.  Where I might have been able to do the washing by hand at one time in my life, today, I would not be able to wash sheets, trousers, etc.  I’m not strong enough, any more.  When it is out of commission, I really feel lost without it, and I get it repaired as quickly as possible!

Hooray for all of the changes and improvements that have been made in doing the laundry.

**Ted Kooser – my most favorite poet; twice the United States Poet Laureate.
Be Safe and Be well
The Cranky Crone
Thoughtful comments are appreciated.

Once again, I sit in front of my computer thinking, why – WHY – I don’t get everything done that I plan to do in a specific length of time, such as a day from 6 am to midnight.  I thought I’d walk through the day to see what happens along the way.  You’ve seen this from me, before, but it bears another examination.  So, I pick, today – a Friday.

Happenings and Possibilities
by
Marj Becker

NOTABLE HAPPENINGS 2022
Once in a while, I do something right, like not traveling to Wisconsin for Christmas 2022.  With some health concerns for Daughter #3 and family, it would have been too much for the Williams family if Daughter #1, Lady, and I had descended on their house for Christmas.  And, then¸ of course, there was the winter storm of snow, blizzards, and below zero temperatures on the day we would have left home for travel to Appleton.  Sometimes, we do something right!

A friend, Martin, sent a holiday message to all members of a poet’s society where we both belong.  The message contains a list of things to think about.  It is positive messages for our contemplation.  I asked him if I might have his permission to use the list from his message for my blog, and he, kindly, agreed.  Thank you, Martin.  Here is his list.

I am pleased to have another new person added to my caregivers and friends.  Caleb takes care of my hearing; I saw him during this past week because one of my hearing aides needed attention.  During my appointments, we sometimes spend a few minutes talking about things unrelated to hearing or hearing aides.  I am old enough to be most people’s grandmother, or great-grandmother, or great aunt – anyway, somebody older in life, but you know that.  And, Caleb is a younger parent.

(I wrote this in June when the daytime temperatures were high and climbing.  The cold weather, today, is a good time to publish.)

I’m old, I know, and I know that our language changes.  Probably with every generation.  But, what has happened to “You’re welcome?”  What has happened to “of,” and all of the other words we seem to be dropping, these days?  What vulgarities are deemed acceptable in our language, today?

A note to my readers.  This may be the hardest article I’ve ever written, which would make it a very hard article to read.  So, feel free to forego this article if you wish.  Otherwise, know that I want each of you to be blessed and safe.

There is the thinking that “there is nothing new under the sun.”  I believe this era fits that thinking.