You know, I was just thinking about Mama. Lord she was a mess and a pure slave to her house. Everything had to be drug out of the house once a week and thoroughly mopped or vacuumed once a week. She had Daddy to build her some things made out of fence wire, so that all of the mattresses could be taken out, beaten and sunned on pretty days. All of her bed clothing had to be boiled in hot scalding water, She couldnt fall asleep if there was a dirty cup in the sink. The old house that they lived in was an old, old Victorian styled house with high ceilings, but you could bet that every square inch of it was spotless. When she fell ill, we sons had to hire someone to come in and keep her house up for her. Poor Daddy, he didnt like things cooked in the oven, because it was his job to spray that foaming stuff in there to clean it. The poor soul died hoping that her house would be cleaned up for the people that would be coming in. I guess what Im trying to say is, I might be near 70 years old, but I miss you Mama.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 11:37:03 +0000