Monday, April 18, 2011
When I was growing up, we lived in a large house in Massachusetts. I remember getting myself up in the morning to get ready for school. I would get one of my skirts and tops and set up the ironing board. We had this charming side porch on the second floor. It was all enclosed and had lots of windows.
I could look out and see the boats going by and enjoy the bright morning sunshine. I would start ironing my clothes. I thought about my plans for the day while I worked. In front of me, would be the single french door that led into our living room. Beyond that was our old piano and a china cabinet. We had simple, cozy furniture and a large throw rug over a linoleum floor.
I would think about cleaning the house while I ironed. The more I worked around the house, alone with my happy thoughts, the more I wanted to clean and make things look nice.
I took home economics classes in school. I loved to cook and bake and sew and clean. Some days I would call my mother from a payphone at school and make her a deal. I would say, "If you let me leave school early, I will come home and clean." She always agreed. It wasn't that she needed me to clean. The house was already clean. She also loved to clean too. But she knew that I needed a mental break from my troubles. I needed to go home and work on the home arts to survive! I always felt better after washing the floors, or folding laundry in the comfort of that lovely childhood home.
This must be why I love housework, even to this very day. I have tried to teach it to my children. I will not know the results of my efforts until they have homes of their own. But I hope I have passed on a love of home and a love of keeping things pleasant and neat.
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