Remembrances of my childhood...
The first sunny Saturday in March or early April was reserved for spring cleanin’ when I was a boy. That meant all the beds were to be broken down in each room and the box springs and mattresses were taken out in the yard and sunned - all day. We had saved any large pieces of cardboard to lay the mattresses on to keep everything up and off the grass. While we kids were beatin’ the beddin’ with a broom, mom was on her hands and knees, striping all the floor wax off the wooden floors. That generally took all morning and after lunch, she would say, “turn ‘um over” and we would turn the mattresses over and sweep and beat the other side. Mom was again on her hands and knees, this time putting down the new floor wax by hand in each of the three small rooms we used as bedrooms.
mom would remind me that I needed to help her with the Spring cleanin’
Dad had generally stayed in town after working all night to do the shoppin’ and would get home on the noon bus especially if he had any meats that needed to be put in our little refrigerator. This routine continued from the time I was a small boy up until a few years before my mom’s passing. She would have been 92 in 1999 if she had lived until August 24th. She died two days after my birthday and five days before Mother’s Day in May of 1999. My dad had passed in December of 1960 while I was just 17 and the only child still at home. I stayed at home with mom for seven more years to help her out, then left at age twenty-four to take care of my military obligation like my brothers and dad had done before me. Even after I had started my family and would be planning on coming home on leave, mom would remind me that I needed to help her with the spring cleanin’. By then I certainly knew what all that meant and was quite capable of following her routine and instruction.
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My mom didn't raise a fool...
I really didn't mind. Mom just wanted to make sure she had a clean house. She was a hardworking lady and had been all her life. It gave me great pleasure to see her scurrying around, not wanting to miss a thing. I did noticed that she didn't use the old Johnson paste wax like before, but she still crawled around on her hands and knees with that old bucket of varsol cleaner to remove the old wax. I guess some things just can't be improved upon, and with me helping also meant I would again have opportunity to put my feet under her table for some good ole home cookin'. My mom didn't raise a fool I always said.
I hurt in places I didn't even know I had
"After a day at work your bed will sure feel good tonight," she would always say. I really didn't remember tossin' and turnin' too much before I was finally fast asleep those nights after spring cleanin'. And it was certainly worth it to see the gleam in my mom's eye. Of course the next morning I hurt in places I didn't even know I had. But not mom, she was always found hummin' around the kitchen, fixin' us all a good breakfast. She always said that breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and we needed to start out with all the strength we could because we didn’t always know what the day would bring. Just in case the next day was a pretty day also, and then sometimes she would remind me. "You think we can get to those windows today...?"
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