It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever
Author Unknown

My grandmother's life evolved around God and her family. If we would slow down a little, we just might find out that we have passed happiness by and, in waiting a moment, we give it a chance to catch up with us

For people born years ago, things didn’t come as easy as they do today. Electricity wasn’t even present until around the early to mid nineteen hundreds.

Clothes were washed by hand. They would use a scrub board or a hand machine to clean and wash the clothes. The clothes were put through two parallel rollers called a wringer to get all the excess water out of the clothes.

They would then dry the clothes outside on the clothesline. Even in the winter they were hung outside and would freeze solid and were then brought in to thaw out and dry
Many years ago a Kentucky grandmother gave a new bride the following recipe for washing clothes....

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.
Set tubs so smoke wont blow in eyes if wind is blowing.
Shave one whole cake of lye soap in boiling water.
Sort things, make 3 piles. 1 pile white, 1 pile colored, 1 pile work britches and rags.
To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth, then thin down with boiling water.
Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and then boil.
Rub colored, don't boil, just rinse and starch.
Take things out of kettle with broomstick handle, then rinse, and starch.
Hang old rags on fence.
Spread tea towels on grass.
Pour rinse water in flower bed.
Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down. Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit and rock a spell and count your blessings.

Hang this above your Automatic Washing Machine, and when things look bleak, read it again and count YOUR blessings!

I remember visiting her. I remember feeling her love for me. She always made me feel accepted for who I was and made me feel welcome and wanted in her home.She hummed softly as she went about her work.

Her vegetable garden was a produce market, and her flowers were the stuff that magazine photos are made of

She made biscuits in the kitchen at 5:00 a.m. every day or earlier

She was a mom of 10 and also a school teacher. She has always been my hero .

'On Ya'-ma


betty said...

your grandmother sounded wonderful, Ma! I can't imagine 10 kids and a school teacher besides (yet you have 7 kids and worked full time a lot). I bet her biscuits tasted delicious too!! thanks for sharing memories about her on this Grandparents Day :)

enjoy your day too since you have been blessed abundantly with wonderful grandchildren :)


Sybil said...

although I am not hat old yet ...well I don't feel old LOL I well remember when we didn't have electricity (think we got it around 19520) Mum did the wash in a boiler and liek you say had a broom handle to take things out...I had forgotten that ! and the clothes wre then put through the mangle a very large cast iron wringer with wooden rollers..
Ah happy days....give me the washing machine nay day
Love Sybil

Angie said...

A worthy heroine indeed! My Grandmas lived each 100-odd miles north and south of here so i never saw them that much. The northern one lived in a 500-year-old cottage and I well remember her cooking breakfast on the open range fire. The southern one I remember her house always smelled of gas because it was even used for the lighting...downstairs. Upstairs you used a candle!

Buttercup said...

Your grandmother sounds like an amazing woman. I think about the many changes in the world that my grandmother saw and the life she led. She came to this country in 1907 and her father died the next year. She worked in a mattress factory 12 hours a day to help support her mother and younger sisters. When she married a few years later her life was her religion and her family. I can't help but marvel at how she took so much of the world in stride, despite all that she went through. And yes, she was an amazing cook and baker and everything, always was from scratch.

Aren't we blessed to have had such loving role models in our lives?

Wishes for a blessed week.

jack69 said...

What a hero too! You are blessed, and of course you know it. That is the main thing, that we know it!

grammy said...

Love it
My Grandma was all thosen things with a few variations of course.

My Mom had a wringer washer and we hung clothes out. Come to think of it...the next step was a laudermat.