Laundry Day

Hooray it’s laundry day
A perfectly lazy day
Where all I need do
Is get up once in a while
For quick transfers
Just a flick of a button
And wait for the magic to unfold

I have it so easy – growing up
My mom raised us six kids
The car weekly loaded with laundry
Heading down to a local laundromat
Imagine the mountains of laundry!
Clothes for eight, linen and the rest
Often one of the eldest would go help
Then sometimes treated to an ice cream

She had it so easy – I remember
My grand-mother’s laundry day
Piles of laundry scattered everywhere
She’d roll out the manual wringer washer
She’d use brute strength and it took forever
Then she’d hang it all on the clothesline

I think how times have changed and love how
Three generations are honoured every laundry day



AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Dietrich Avatar
March 27, 2018 at 8:45 PM
oh, yes, that manual washer. I remember it well. LUcky for me, I never had to go near it. My mom was a cleanaholic and took full control of that old wringer. It's amazing I can clean anything at all (my husband would say I clean nothing very well)!! I really like this nostalgic poem, Line.
Gauthier Avatar
March 27, 2018 at 11:13 PM
I was never encouraged to bring my little fingers anywhere near those big rollers for obvious reasons. And that is probably why I have all ten to this day. Ditto on the mommy story. LOL
Cunningham Avatar
March 27, 2018 at 4:29 PM
Wow, that's taken me back, remember the laundromat and we used to have a big mangle that my mom would hold while we put blankets through, saved me going to the gym lol. How things have changed. Great verse Line Tom
Cunningham Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 1:23 AM
I might look 20 in my photo but I assure you I'm not lol
Gauthier Avatar
March 27, 2018 at 11:09 PM
Now the truth comes out, Tom.
Cunningham Avatar
March 27, 2018 at 7:50 PM
Honestly Line I'm not joking, I've used a big mangle many times.I can see it now, a big green thing with two giant rubber rollers.
Gauthier Avatar
March 27, 2018 at 4:51 PM
Are you trying to tell me you've never seen a wringer washer and I am therefore much older than you, Tom? LOL Thanks for your visit and comment. I'm assuming you are fibbing by omission! LOL
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