The Ringer

The Ringer Curtis Johnson I was just a little lad, but I remember it well. I’d be hard pressed to show you, but I can surely tell. Before the electric as well as automatic washing machine, there was the scrub board, the hands, and elbow power. The electric had a ringer, and occasionally, the clothing would get entangled in the ringer. This forced a snag and an awful sound. The ringer would cease to ring out the water in the clothes. This ss where the intelligent hands of mother would come into play. She tapped the device on the side of the ringer. Problem solved. The entangled and uneven clothing was rearranged and returned. The ringer had been readjusted and freely rolling once again. This time, care was made to keep an even flow through the ringer. Sometimes, this involved holding the materials to avoid entanglements. Would not life be grand and wonderful if there were no adversities? What if in the business of life, we never had to go through the ringer? What if when entangled, there was no one to tap the ringer device? We simply must go through the ringer to be made suitable for use. When in a bind, we are absolutely unable to release ourselves. 10122016 cj PS