Hello Cuties!
I made a post recently, the link is below to refresh. O2kar made a comment that got me thinking, about how men don't think anything, about all the sheds they need for their 'tools'. Most men around here anyway, do have more than one shed. I don't think they understand a woman could use a shed of her own,too.
Nowadays, all you hear on those House Hunter shows are the need for a Man Cave in a basement. No thought of Craft Room/She Shed for a woman. (I do know there are women out there like us!)
Karen said her husband liked my response to her, in the link below. So Karen this is mainly for you and your hubby, but I thought others may enjoy what I believe to be a good read.
It could be worse.
This is no joke and all the community knew about it.
My maternal grand parents lived next to us in a small country community, where everyone knew everyone. I say next to us, but really we could see their house in the distance, but it was a good walk away.
They had a small, modest home. It had 2 bedrooms, one of which had Grandma's treadle sewing machine. It had one full bath, which was a treasure in those days. The living room usually had a quilt up, in the process of being quilted. Thank goodness they had a porch all the way across the house, because this is where we did most of our visiting.
She had a kitchen so small, looking back I wonder how she got meals done. Counter top was almost none existence. She had one small bottom cabinet with groceries, so the counter top probably was 2x3 foot, maybe not that big and no overhead cabinet there. Her sink was one of those one sink, not double, but made of porcelain, with wings on each side. I remember the flatware was in a drawer under one of those wings. She had storage beneath for pots,etc. and the only overhead cabinet was at the end of the sink for dishes, because over the sink were windows.
They also had a wash house.
It had her wringer washer and tubs in there. It had a rough concrete floor. There was a small mirror on the wall by the washer and a shelf next to it.
There also was a full size bed on the opposite side of the wash house. That is where my Papa slept!
(I hope Mr.Karen is reading this because like I said from the beginning, it could be worse. You could sleep out in the wash house or one of your sheds!-lol
As a child, I thought this was normal and never questioned WHY? Maybe it was mutual and they both liked this set up. I don't know if anyone ever knew why, but everyone knew he lived in the wash house.
I remember watching him shave in the small mirror. I remember he had his shaving brush and cup, on that shelf, by the mirror. I also remember where he kept his pipe and tobacco. Boy, do I remember.
Papa had a tackle box, a metal fishing box he kept under his bed, in the wash house, on that cold concrete floor. Instead of fishing lures or lead and lines, he kept his pipes and tobacco in it. I loved to smell Papa's pipe.
So one day, I decided I would try smoking it myself, only I didn't use matches or tobacco. I just sucked on that pipe.I don't know how long I 'smoked' but I ended up confessing when I got the worse sore throat I ever had!-lol
I loved my Papa! Momo was not as easy to love, although I cared for her, but not like him. He spent time with me. He took me fishing at the train trestle, even though we might not catch anything. He let me ride his horse bareback. (They never owned a car.) He joked with me and I guess thinking about it now, he is who I got my sense of humor from.
I remember when he got his hearing aid. He would turn it off around Momo and she would declare," Hawk wasted his money on that new fangled thing." She "tried to tell him it was no good", to which Papa would wink at me and smile. He could hear her but often didn't want to-lol
Anyway, Karen tell your husband I know he counts his blessings, but don't forget to count this one too. He lives in a house with a nice, pretty wife who so far as I know, hasn't kept him in the shed!-lol
Hope you like my read-Love and wishes for good health for all-Toogie
ps-Momo was born Sept 21 and my oldest daughter was born the 20th of September the day before Momo's birthday. When I embroidered my first wall hanging with family and dates, my daughter said, "Mom! You put Momo's birthday, Sept 21st for me!" When I looked to be sure I said, "Well at least I didn't embroider 1889!"-lol
Picture of me and Papa. He died shortly after that picture was taken. I was 10 years old and devasted to lose my best friend.
Picture of Momo in her burgundy, velvet chair.
Sorry just memories creeping up. .
My husband has many siblings and his mom had 2 double beds in a bedroom with at least 3 kids to a bed.
I don't know how the clothes dried in winter. I remember when we lived in Germany once I washed some clothes by hand and hung them out to dry. They froze stiff. I had to bring them in and make a make-shift clothesline in my apartment, for them to dry.
millie
You painted a very vivid picture of your Grandparents lives and your very precious childhood memories. I am so glad I didn't miss this and thank you so much for sharing it with us, I really enjoyed reading it.
Huge hugs, M
We used to go camping with a lot of other family members and one guy that was a friend of my dh's oldest brother. His name was Edwin. When Edwin and oldest brother ate with us Edwin asked for the salt box. I was thinking, did I not season it well? then I watched Edwin. He poured a levee of salt in a circle over all his food in the plate! I don't know how he tasted anything but salt!!! I don't know how the salt didn't strangle him, but he did that on everything he ate.
