The First Fourteen Days

             The first fourteen days of my 91^st year

have been a mixture of good and bad. It began with two wonderful back-to-back parties given by my daughters—so much work for them and so memorable for me.

And that wasn’t all. I had lunch with fifteen of my former Girl Scout girls.  Grandmothers now. Some have retired from careers in teaching and nursing—some have their own businesses. Some are active in volunteer work.

Wonderful girls then—wonderful women now.

I am proud to have been one of their troop leaders, and so grateful to be remembered by them on this landmark birthday. Shall we try for the 100^th?

All this fun was followed by a sore throat that quickly became a cough that got worse and worse. Antibiotics, cough syrup, inhaler—this cough sneered at their poor ineffective efforts. Now, after more than twenty breathing treatments, it’s losing its grip but stubbornly hanging on.

What a bother! I have things to do: a novel to finish, posts to my Aluminist blog to write, a few clothing alterations to make, boxes of junk to sort through....

All of which brings up the subject of stress. Today’s mail brought a timely article about the effects of stress. . The American Institute of Stress says that stress causes 60 percent of all illness and disease. And three-fourths of all doctor’s visits are said to be somehow stress-related.

Seems to me this is something we need to pay attention to.

According to this report, there are three types of stress. Each of these can have an impact on both physical and mental health.

The first type of stress is called routine stress. This comes as a result of stress at work, home or due to other daily issues.

The second type of stress comes as a result of change that happens quickly. This is defined as stress related to job loss, divorce or becoming ill.

The third type of stress is called traumatic stress. Examples of this type of stress include an accident, war, being assaulted or a natural disaster

The National Institute of Mental Health says chronic stress can elevate the chances of getting the flu, a cold or other virus. In addition, stress can make vaccines less effective.

Surprisingly, the health effects of stress may not be present immediately. For example, heart disease may not occur for years. This can make for an unpleasant surprise when it comes to health issues that develop down the road.

There are a number of ways you can deal with and decrease stress.

The first is setting priorities. According to the NIMH, this can be done by deciding what needs to be done now and what can be done later. Make it a point to say no to things that aren’t crucial that will add to your stress level.

Second, give yourself credit where credit is due. Give yourself a thumbs up for what you have accomplished instead of beating yourself up for tasks you didn’t complete. In addition, try not to run problems over and over in your mind.

Third, exercise consistently. According to the NIMH, a half hour of simple daily walking can both lower stress and elevate mood. Make it a point to add enjoyable activities to your life. And look into new options that may help -- like yoga, meditation or tai chi.

So relax; be safe, and enjoy this holiday ...and remember what our Fourth of July celebration is about.

Dannie

Washday on the Farm

Today I'm so pleased to share with you washday memories and instructions from my cousin, John Watson. We're not first cousins, but we are cousins, and I'm proud to have become acquainted at this late date.
Could you handle a washday like thisYou need to wash your clothes but there is no electricity and therefore no washer and dryer, so what do you do? There are two #3 galvanized wash tubs at the back of the house and a 30 gallon cast iron wash pot at the side of the house. Now you need some water but there is no faucet to get it from as there is no running water on the place. The nearest source of water is a windmill about a hundred yards from the house.

You get your 2 gallon water bucket, or more than likely, one in each hand, and head for the windmill. When you get the buckets full of water, you head back to the house and pour the water into the wash pot. Then you make another trip and another until you get the pot about half full. Then you throw some logs around the pot and set fire to them to heat the water.
While you wait for the water to get hot, you set the galvanized tubs on a bench near the wash pot and go back to the windmill and get more water for them. This is the cold water rinse. After you finish this you bring out the clothes and separate them. By now the water in the pot should be hot.
You take the white clothes first, because you want to boil them in clean water, and put them in the pot. Detergent? No, you take a cake of the lye soap that you made last fall and shave off some of it into the pot. Now you take the ‘punching stick’ which is usually kept leaning against the side of the house and punch the clothes down in the water and give them a little stirring motion. This will help to dissolve the shavings of the lye soap and agitate the clothes similar to what the washing machines do today.
After the water goes to boiling again you punch the clothes down and stir them a couple more times. After that you take the stirring stick and lift the clothes out of the pot and put them in the first tub of rinse water. While they soak in the rinse water, you get the slightly soiled colored clothes and put in the wash pot, being sure to save the heavily soiled work clothes for last. You may also need to shave off a little more of the lye soap into the pot.
Now you go back to the white clothes you have in the rinse water and punch them down and stir them around some to rinse the soap out and then move them into the second rinse water for a final rinse.
Whenever you got to the work clothes you would find that some of the grime would not come out during the boiling and agitation. After you moved them to the first rinse water you would then get out the rub board. “What’s that,” you ask?” Go to your local museum and ask them if they can show you a rub board, or they may call it a scrub board.
You place the rub board in the tub with the legs against the bottom
You notice that we have used the same water from the time we started washing. It takes too much time to dump the water out of the wash pot, refill it and rebuild the fire to reheat it, so that is why we start with the white clothes first and work on down to the more soiled work clothes. Sometimes the rinse water would have to be changed. Now you have the clothes washed but no dryer. What do you do?

side away from you. You then pull up the soiled clothes and place on the board with the soiled side up and rub it down good with the cake of lye soap, then turn it over and rub it back and forth vigorously against the ridges on the rub board, rinse and see if it’s clean. You may have to do this two or three times to get it clean.
Well, there is a wire stretched between two trees in the back yard you can hang the colored clothes on that you do not want the sun to fade. The rest can be hung on the yard fence. The barbs on the barbed wire will keep the clothes from blowing off and save you from having to use so many clothes pins.
This is nice for the summertime, but what about in the winter? That’s when you set the tubs up in the kitchen, carry the water in and put it in pots on the wood stove to heat, then pour it into the tubs and wash everything on the rub board. You would want to pick a day when it wasn’t freezing outside, or your clothes would freeze before they dried, or wash a few necessary clothes and hang in the house to dry.
Now you know why the old folks always set aside a full day to do the washing.
After you finish the washing you have some clothes that need ironing. (This was before anyone ever heard of ’permanent press’.) How do you accomplish that with no electricity? How about with a “smoothing iron?”

These were made of solid cast iron and came in different weights ranging from about 2 to 5 pounds. You would select the weight iron to use according to the type material you wanted to press; denim would require a heavy iron and gingham would need a light iron.
To use the irons you would set them on top of the wood stove until they got hot. You could only iron a little with each one before it cooled off, and then you would have to reheat it. That is why most people had two of each weight, so that one could be heating while they were using the other one. Most of them had a handle that was cast with the iron making it one piece and they would get nearly as hot as the iron and you needed some type of pad to hold the iron with. However, some of the more expensive ones had coils around the handle and they didn’t get as hot.
This could be a very hot job in the summer, especially with no air conditioning. You would usually set the ironing board up near the cook stove in the kitchen and do the ironing while you cooked the noon meal. This way you didn’t need to have a fire in the stove any longer than absolutely necessary, and by doing it in the morning it wasn’t quite as hot.
Between carrying water, scrubbing clothes on a rub board, handling those cast iron smoothing irons and the other work they did, the women of that time didn’t need to go to a gym to get exercise, they got plenty in their daily activity.

JOHN WATSON


Thanks John—and I want to add what I remember most about summertime washday,—those little biting flies that came in swarms, all determined to nip at bare wet legs. 

And by-the-way, if you save this to read the next time your electric bill arrives, writing the check fir the amount due will feel easier—I guarantee it.

Dannie

Mother's Flowers

       Last week a friend brought me s flower from her yard—a gorgeous stem that brought memories of my mother's yard of flowers. Do you recognize it? Probably not, unless it's enlarged.
      It's a Snapdragon.
     When I was a kid, I wasted many pretty blossoms by plucking them and pressing to make they open wide in a 'dragon's mouth'. The loss of a few to play with was never noticed—there were plenty remaining to look at, but none as vibrant as this beauty.
       We did not have a lawn—we had a yard filled with flowers.In those days, if you lived in the country, yards were not the grassy lawns we have now. One didn't pump water to water a patch of Bermuda grass, and pumping or drawing water out of a well was the only way we had to get water in those early days before electricity was extended to country dwellers.
      Many yards were bare and swept clear daily of any fallen leaver other debris  that had collected over night.That was usually a kid job.
     Our yard was deep sand. Sweeping was a lost cause, so Mother sowed seed—larkspur,phlox, petunia, and whatever wildflower seed she could save— over the front yard, and carried buckets of water to pamper her favorites and used a small bucket punctured with nails to sprinkle the  plants. Can you think of a better way under the circumstances? They reseeded and grew back year after year—often a little faded, but still colorful and fragrant.  
 

       My favorite was her perennial sweetpea—a lovely vine that Mother contained in s bush shape by wrapping it with chicken wire. It's growth quickly hid the wire. All it needed was water to reward us with flowers all summer. After years of searching at local nurseries, I found plants online.
        A sweet-smelling honeysuckle grew at one end of our porch. and at the other end grew a very thorny rose vine called Seven Sisters. I searched for years before I found one at our flea market. It produces huge clusters—ten or fifteen—  of small double pink roses in April.
        I haven't seen any old-fashioned phlox since I left home. I believe they were the hardiest of all Mother's flowers. Yury covered the ground year after year—colors mixed— they faded, but they were always there Seeds are available but seeds and I aren't good partners
       I try and try to have my mother's success with flowers, but she had 'the touch and sandy soil, and I  live on s rocky hill, and have to make-do with flower pots and a  few beds of imported soil

  So oo sowed seed for me, I'm depending on plants with shallow roots and lots of large pots.

A real ey-catching lily (growing in a pot) over four feet tall. This isn't an advantage  on a windy day. 

Beverly Sills Iris

I can throw common yellow or purple iris out any where, and t hey'll take root and spread and bloom in beautiful clumps—but if I get ambitious and spend a hefty price for one iris rhizome,  they expect to be treated like royalty.

Dannie