"If she wasn't having a baby on Tuesday, my mother ironed. She had three flatirons, which she heated on top of her kitchen range and which she lifted with a detachable handle. She changed irons about every ten minutes as they cooled off. When I awakened on Tuesday morning, I could hear my mother ironing. The handle sqeaked as it was pushed against the flatiron moving across the ironing board."
(Nothing to Do but Stay: My Pioneer Mother, by Carrie Young, pp.42-43 [Iowa City, 1991])
Oh, dear. My ironing pile is so big. I need to be thankful I'm not using a flatiron and get on it!
ReplyDeleteNothing to Do but Stay is a book I've been longing to read. I love the smell of ironing, but I don't like to iron. My husband, however, LOVES to iron. He finds it relaxing. I'm a lucky girl. :)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, this quote was so descriptive! I felt like I was in the room myself, witnessing the quiet scene :)
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