A couple days ago at Bonnie’s ‘Organic Discourse’ she said, “The weather is clear, I have some laundry to hang out and I hope it dries before the clouds come in.” The weather was clear but the local forecasters had called for clouds. She sometimes quotes her witty son Caleb, she had a good one that day.
That reminded me of when I watched may mama hang clothes. I remember at times the clothes lines would sag, and instead of attempting to tighten the wires, dad would prop a longer pole halfway down the line. As a child I always wondered why the line did not come off the pole and drag the sheets or blankets in the dirt. Dad knew common sense physics, the weight of the line would pivot the pole, but the line never came off.
Mama had the slip-on line pegs, then later the clothes line pins (with the spring). She had an apron especially for the pins/pegs and she kept a couple in her mouth at times. I wanted to do that, the whole wash day looked like fun to a kid.
Looking back it is hard to imagine how mamas could do the washing, hang clothes, wring a chickens neck, clean it, break-beans, shell peas, make bread and cook for the family and get it all done while singing.
It was years before Sherry and I could afford our own washer and dryer. Like many of you we have had the clothes freeze on the line and bring them in to thaw. You could stand pants up against the cabinets like someone was in them. Diapers also froze, and you needed them, there wasn’t an infinite supply.
EVERYTIME hanging clothes is mentioned my mind goes back to one day in Moberly, Missouri. The FIGHT was on radio, My man Sonny Liston was gonna put the mouth down. Cassius Clay was an Olympic winner but my man Sonny was going to give him his come-up-uns. It was my time to hang the diapers. I told Sherry I would be back in for the second round (confident Clay was getting beat around).
When I walked back in the door, Sherry said, “It’s Over.”
“WHAT? Clay done my man in the first round, huh uh!”
Remember on the radio there were no instant replays, I had missed history in boxing, while hanging a load of Mark’s diapers The mouth proved he was the best boxing had, and I reluctantly agreed. IT WAS WHAT IT WAS!
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