If My Grandma Had A Blog

My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Clotheslines

"February 24, 1995: Pinochle Club at Leona's. Arlene R. was a guest and gave me a ride.
February 25, 1995: Nice and warm -- hung bedding on line.
February 26, 1995: Our spring weather is over -- not above 32 degrees today, drizzle and icy tonight.
February 27, 1995: Cold and foggy."

Hanging bedding on the line -- I am rather nostalgic about clotheslines. There is something about all those colors fluttering in the wind that is somehow soothing and hypnotic. (However, where I live now, on the wrong day, my fluttering colors would snap free and end up near Wahoo in a matter of minutes.) As a kid it was fun to run down the length of the lines with arms outstretched, making contact with the longer stuff on either side of you. I remember Judy, my babysitter in Norfolk, taking an old sheet or blanket and putting it over the line and then staking down the edges to make a tent for her kids and me. We had a blast, and with no electronic gadgets to entertain us, imagine that.

2 comments:

gretaDecember 6, 2012 at 3:53 PM
I really miss a clothesline. There's nothing like getting into a bed that is made up with sheets dried outside on the line. Pure heaven. Runing between the clotheslines touching things on both sides could really get a kid into trouble with Mom and Grandma.
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Mary S.December 7, 2012 at 2:53 PM
Unless maybe you were a granddaughter instead of a daughter . . .
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