Happy Happy Tuesday morning
sweet blogging buddies!
Today I am at the store working for hubby Bob
whilst he takes his dad to our U of M hospital
for a check up on his prosthetic leg.
He took our car and I was to take the van to the store.
When I got the van packed with stuff I wanted to take,
I realized my eyeglasses were in my car in Ann Arbor, MI.
I knew I was suppose to put them in my purse last night..
I had to call on one of my dear sweet neighbors to bring me here.
I am thankful for good friends...
On another note my dear Bob celebrated another birthday yesterday.
He wanted steak, so we went to one of the local restaurants in town.
Thursday he has to go in for a colonoscopy.
Please say a prayer that all is well.
His younger brother just found out he has colon cancer,
thus the reason for Bob's going in for this check up.
Oh my...so much time has gone by since my last post.
Been busy working on goodies for our upcoming
Harvest At The Mill
Holly, MI show
Cannot wait to meet fellow bloggers and vendors and both!
Now back to today's post.
For this month's CupboardScape
Wash day at Gramma H's
was a weekly outside routine.
In the Spring and Summer months,
she would haul out her hand roller washer on the back porch.
Wash the clothes in the machine...
and crank through the wringer.
Even though she did not use a bucket and mangle,
this was still somewhat done by hand.
I remember once getting my hand almost caught in that ringer.
That would have been a tragic mistake if it was an electric one.
Whew I was lucky.
Bricks of both lye and Lava soap was her preferred soaps.
She would use her plunger to help in removing the
dirty water from the drain which was connected to a hose underneath
the washer that drained to the side yard.
There was something special being outside watching her doing
this chore as she made it so simple.
She loved flowers and the sweet smell
of them perfumed the air around us.
All of the clothes that went through the washer,
were then hung on the clothesline to dry
in the perfumed air.
Our clothes smelled so nice afterwards!
Socks, towels, underwear and clothes were done.
Sheets washed monthly.
Those took longer...but sleeping on a sheets that hung outside....
hmmm...well I hope you all have the chance to experience this at least once.
In the Winter months gramma H had a clothesline
in her stone basement.
She did not purchase a dryer until she moved
from the homestead in 1973.
My mom carried on this tradition a bit
and she would hang sheets and towels on the line just in the Summer.
I did the same until I moved here to the river.
I do miss the heavenly smell though.
Does anyone hang their clothes out to dry?
Did anyone experience sleeping in natural perfumed sheets
that were hung outside?
Outdoor Perfumed Blessings To All!