Monday, April 21, 2008

Monday, Monday

Before you burst into song with lyrics by the Mama's and Papa's.....there was an even older adage that came to mind today.

Monday - Wash
Tuesday - Iron
Wednesday - Sew
Thursday - Market
Friday - Clean
Saturday - Bake
Sunday - Church

This came out in the days when we actually had the time to embroider tea towels ...one for each day of the week! Vintage Patterns

So, today I washed.

The laundry is now swinging around on my Hills Australian Clothes line. See the picture above (this is not me...but from the Hills website). By all accounts I can feel very virtuous as this is a very "green" thing to be doing. I see by the following article that I eclipsed the Premier by a good 10 years. I grew up in Ottawa with a back yard clothesline and despite a "ban" in Mississauga when we moved here, I have always clandestinely "hung out". I got this amazing drying machine at a Home Show one year and have enjoyed the fresh smell of laundry from the line ever since.
Clothesline Ban

This all seems so perfectly obvious, I'm not sure why this silly law was ever put in place. The following "ditty" is exactly as I remember it.

"The Clothesline Said So Much"
author unknown

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the comp'ny table clothes
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.

But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.

I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!
Tomorrow: IRONING!!!

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