After church services today I rushed home so that I could give my Santa Suits a good grunge bath. This was the last sewing project before putting the machine to rest earlier in the week. But waiting on a sunny day to grunge they have been laying upstairs on the craft table.
THE CLOTHES LINE POEM
Clothes line was a news forecast to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the 'fancy sheets'
And towels upon the line;
You'd see the 'company table cloths'
With intricate design.
The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It said, 'Gone on vacation now'
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, 'We're back!' when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way.
But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!
~Marilyn K. Walker ~
~Marilyn K. Walker ~
Yes today I realized just how much I miss my clothesline. Memories of all the baby clothes that smelled so good when I would bring them inside some 28 years ago, sheets that smelled like the sunshine on a cool autumn day, quilts airing in the breeze waiting to comfort and keep us warm on a cold winter's night. Do I really care what my neighbors see or think?? Maybe not. Wonder if I can persuade Mr. P. to put me up a clothesline as a weekend project in the near future. Hmmmmm, will let you guys know.
But for today, my fence served the purpose. All the little suits are dry and waiting for their buttons and to be priced. And as for the neighbors, I'll just let them wonder.
Have a good evening. Until next time.....