Bare feet on a clean floor………..sounds like the title of a country western song, but it’s just how I’m feeling this morning.
A quick Saturday morning housecleaning, to make time and mental space for a couple hours of soapmaking. Just the ticket!
Back in the dark ages when I was a girl, Saturdays always heralded a day of major cleaning, under the close eye of my grandmother. Mats taken out, scrubbing, waxing and polishing of the floors, (tile in those days) windows, beds, etc. She taught me well.
But then there was the payoff! While I was completing household chores, she was busy at the old wood stove. Loaf after loaf of delicious fragrant bread, a cake, a couple of pies. Always some homemade jam. Always some molasses and cheese. And then on Sunday, the visitors! And one of the big reasons for the baking and cleaning.
In those days, late 60’s, early 70’s, neighbors and relatives spent Sundays visiting. Chatting, meeting new babies, playing cards. And having a meal. I remember it well, and if I close my eyes, I can still see the humble old kitchen that we grew up in. The dishes didn’t match, houseplants that were planted in re-used cans stood in neat rows on the windowsills, and the rockers were pretty well worn right off the old wooden rocking chair. What a foundation we got. The lessons that were learned.
Fast forward to today’s world of speed, efficiency and technology. Nothing similar about it. Everyone is either working or too busy to socialize to the degree that we did 50 years ago. And we’ve accepted it. Do we have nice furniture? Sure. Sets of dishes and silverware? Yep. Would I trade those old memories for anything? Not a chance. They made me who I am, and I think that’s pretty cool.
Bare feet on my hardwood floor………brings back precious memories.
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