There will always be dirty dishes and dirty laundry! I can just finish washing, drying, folding and putting away clothes, and more appear in the hamper. Thank goodness I don’t really mind doing laundry. I don’t have to walk to the river and pound the shirts on stones. I don’t have to bring back water from the well and heat it on the fire. I don’t have to twist them and put them through the wringer. But most of all I think I don’t mind because I have happy childhood memories of this task.
I remember as a toddler, standing on a wooden kitchen chair pushed up against the washing machine. The black and white tiled floor still had toast crumbs on it from breakfast. As I stared into the empty drum, my mother would pass me dirty items one by one to add to the filling machine. In a big family there was dirty laundry to wash every day. And this was our time together.
“It sounds like rain, Mommy!”
In the old type washers the water entered from all around the circumference of the tub. It was like rain drops falling on a metal roof. (So that’s why I love car rides in the rain!)
That is not like a waterfall that pours into the machines now to fill them. I can’t imagine you hear much from the new front loading washers either.
It was so relaxing to lean into the machine, feel the moisture of the warm water on my face, and smell the clean scent of detergent while my mother was near by cleaning up the kitchen. I was safe and happy.