I only have to close my eyes and memories come tumbling into my mind.
A childhood in the 1950's!
They tumble somewhat like this from a 1950's baby!
1. Waking very early on a Monday morning and smelling water coming to the boil
2. The copper pan on the gas ring.
3. Piles of washing being sorted on the stone floor in the kitchen.
4. The wet wooden draining board worn away at the edge by the scrubbing brush working on stubborn stains.
5. The blocks of Fairy Soap.
6.The little Blue bags popped in with the whites
7. Fascination of the mangle as it turned and spluttered water in it's wake.
8. A hurried breakfast and being literally sent out of the door to play -- where? Well anywhere! Anywhere but under Mum and Grandma's feet!
9. Seeing the white washing on the line and knowing that soon you would be allowed back in until it started all over again the next week.
10. Ironing seemed to go on all week. With much spraying of Robin Starch.
I can remember lying on my back under a cherry tree in the garden just watching the sheets blow. Strangely I have no memory of what they did when it was raining and the washing could not be put on the line! Maybe it went over the bath!
Well, as I have said before it is so hot here in Spain right now and as I was wandering in the little village market I saw some very large,very white,very crisp, cotton sheets!
Immediately I thought cool,calming and relaxing.
Well of course much Spanglish was enjoyed.
"Oh yes -- Of course they are top quality!"
"Oh yes --of course they are Egyptian cotton!"
"Oh yes-- there are 400 threads per inch!"
And, "Oh yes--- most importantly they will keep you super cool!"
Well, for 8 Euros for all that who am I to argue!
Of course when you buy something from the market it deserves to be washed.
It deserves to be hung out on a long line!
Shame about the lack of grass and a cherry tree to lie under in the dappled shade and watch it blow on the long line!
Well, so far so good and in a trice it was dry!
Oh, I felt just like my Mum!
Here she is with me and my brothers.
And then the trouble started.
Can you see those creases?
I dashed away with the smoothing iron!
I pressed,I sprayed, I pressed some more and some more and then suddenly I remembered something else!
Mum and Grandma used to be a bit grumpy on Mondays -- I am sure they must have been dreading ironing those sheets.
Well I gave it my best,hardest,most powerful press and the result was-----
Young ones today!
Sorry Mum, not up to your standards but I have enjoyed remembering you and the cherries!