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Mom's Chores for Friday
Remembrances of my childhood...
Life is certainly easier today than it was; say just 50 - 60 years ago. To help with the many chores around the house, mothers and home makers would organize the essential tasks according to the days of the week, thereby always staying abreast of the dreaded phrase, ‘what’s next’.
As I stated earlier sometimes the house cleaning would take Thursday and at least some of Friday depending mom’s plans for that week. I noticed over time a few changes to the chores and the original days she had set aside for them. She said as modern conveniences came along to make her work easier that would ‘free up’ some time to do something else. Of course as a child I never worried about that but I remember hearing mom say a ‘little prayer’ sometimes for God to give her strength for what was ahead for that day or week.
...I always got to lick the spoon
Fridays was originally cleaning day and Thursdays were for going to market. But mom went to market on Saturday at first before we got the car and later moved market day to Thursday afternoon after she got her license and started to drive. So the days’ chores could be change to suit your own schedule. She said most other people went to market on Saturday so she was happy to do her shopping for groceries on Thursday afternoon thereby leaving Fridays open. Then she could start her house cleaning on Thursday and carry it over to Friday without messing up her schedule. Oftentimes mom did her baking on Fridays also, but that just meant baking a pie or a cake and either way I won, because I always got to lick the spoon. I told mom she could bake everyday as far as I was concerned.
with the light shining through
I mentioned that on Thursdays she started the housework and that sometimes the curtains needed changing or washing before hanging back. This was a job left till the next day if we happened to be crimped for time on Thursdays with just too much to do in one day. Besides the curtains, if washed, had to dry overnight anyway and the curtains for mom and Peggy’s bedroom was on the east side of the house and mom said she like to re-hang the curtains with the light shining through the windows. She said the light helped her to see what she was doing. It didn’t matter that much to me because I got to stand on the step ladder whichever day we put the curtains back up.
“I’d like a piece right now, please.”
You could easily tell that Friday was also baking day when you stepped inside the house. The smell of a fresh apple pie, or cake in the oven permeated the whole house with the glorious scents that made your mouth water with a thought, “I’d like a piece right now, please.” My mom was a great cook and baker. She said it just came with practice. It might be apple or cherry pie, maybe blackberry cobbler, or a chocolate or spiced cake, maybe even a lemon or carrot cake. Mom liked to surprise the rest of the family even though I knew ahead of time what she was baking but I was sworn to secrecy.
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