Do you remember when Ma Ingalls washed the lines in a wood tub filled with river water and rocks? She would sweep her bangs to the side and just smile as the kids came home from school. I remember asking my mom why we didn’t hang all of our sheets outside like Mrs. Ingalls did with her linens and petticoats. That was probablly the summer my mom turned off the television and we spent the month of July removing an overgrown honeysuckle bush that had taken over the back porch.
Today, with laundry rooms taking center stage complete, with air conditioning and flooring, Ma Ingalls would be roling under her gravestone.
I would not have lived to my 30th birthday in the mid-1800’s. My sister would have shoved me into the river rather than to listen to me complain about not getting to go to the Mercantile.
Thank goodness for Mr. Maytag and this early model of the washing machine.
Summer is my busy season showing and selling houses. And, with the busy season in full gear the laundry room has piles of t-shirts and dryer sheets lofting in the corners.
While folding t-shirts and waiting for the wash cycle to spin, I took stock of how to tackle a …
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