As a child, having a playhouse was very important to me. Even if the walls were imaginary with some of them, I didnt care. For many years I made playhouses, especially when I visited my grandmother. My main tool was a rake! Give me a rake and I could do anything! The 2nd thing I had to have to make it complete was a clothes line. Each playhouse I made, granny would help me move my rope and what little things I had inside that imaginary homestead. I had around a dozen clothes pins, & an old basket for my rags granny had given me. I would tote water and pour it into a bowl and wash the clothes then hang em to dry. My grandmother would save old Palmolive dish soap bottles and leave just a little in the bottom for me... LoL! Also empty cool whip & butter bowls. I would often tire of my places so Id pack up and move. Even on cold snowy days, Id move. Once Granny watched out the window while I moved in the snow so she came outside and helped me. Never questioned why....she just helped --guess she felt sorry for me, I was quite determined to move when I got my mind set on it. I always wanted a swing but it was always too hard to find a good limb for one for each place I moved to & I couldnt fit the old rusty swing set around my many playhouses. After a while, my grandpa finally went to a local saw mill and along with my uncle and got scrap lumber --they built my cousin and I a REAL playhouse! YES, with walls & two windows and cut out for the door. In front of this playhouse was a rather huge patch of mountain laurels. With help from my grandparents, we made a trail through them (kind of like a jungle) to the little play house so we wouldnt have to walk close to the hwy. I had curtains on my windows with no glass, flower pots with fake flowers, some old chairs and most of ALL...A clothes line!!! Since we had no door...anything could crawl in there but I didnt care...I went onto play like no bodys business! Its funny that housework & laundry is not so fun now that Im all grown up, and how thankful I am for a washing machine and a dryer. My mama still hangs linens out on the line upon occasion. I will always think of this childhood memory when I see images of clothes hanging on a line along with mama and my paternal grandmother who passed away back in sept 2000. I never knew my maternal grandmother as she died of a massive stroke 2 years before I was born. I am certain though, she wouldve helped me move playhouses around and made sure I had a clothesline too :) ~Mish
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 03:20:57 +0000
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