Wednesday, February 27, 2019

My Beloved Ironing





Even though my sister doesn't even own an iron, I have three. What can I say! I need to tell you about my love of ironing and then I want to know which homekeeping task melts your butter. 

The weather here is gorgeous........... sunny, blue skies, but oh, so cold. So I am ironing as I watch a movie on Amazon Prime. Entertained, but getting things accomplished is just my style. My history with ironing goes way back to my childhood. Walk with me here down memory lane. 

My mother loved to iron. Our clothes required such attention as it was a time before permanent press and dryers that took away those wrinkles. She ironed in the dining room stacking the pressed clothes in stacks for each of her daughters. She taught me how to iron pillowcases and my father's handkerchiefs. We even had a mangle down in the basement that was not used, but nonetheless, we had one! The mangle could be used to iron sheets, tablecloths and such. 




The memories flood back as I write. First of all, I was always drawn to the scent of freshly ironed clothes. Ah! My mother would stack the clothes and just walking by would give me a wonderful scent. When we were going on a family vacation road trip, I could count on spending time in the dining room taking in that scent. Today when I iron, I use an Egyptian linen spray when ironing in an attempt to capture my mother, her ironing and just being close to her again. 

One summer while in middle school, I was reading Daphne DuMaurier's Rebecca. As the story reached the climax, I left my bed where I had been reading and went to sit in the dining room as my mother ironed. She asked if I was okay and I replied that the story was a little frightening and I wanted to be with other people. She smiled and continued ironing. 

Once married, my ironing stories continued. I could not iron Jack's military shirts as they had to have a "military press" requiring special creases at definite points. In those early days, we pinched pennies to have them laundered and pressed. By that time, I rivaled my mother in my ironing ability. I was good. 

I used my ironing board when toddlers were little. Securely anchored, the board held things I was working on and safe from the reach of little ones. Ingenious! Ironing and my love of long Sunday afternoons of baseball went hand in hand. I listened to many a game as I ironed. Entertained and stacking crisp, clean clothes were wonderful. 

I do have one horrid story about ironing. I did iron Jack's collared shirts and enjoyed that. One rainy Sunday, I was watching Ken Burns' Civil War and become a little too involved. Hence a scorch mark on a favorite shirt of his! 




When we lived on the other side of the country at the top of a high rise, I found great glee when I had the luxury of putting not one, but two irons down the laundry chute 24 stories up. I listened to those irons fall all the way to the dumpster. Broken and useless, the irons had to go. The management told me to go ahead and dispose of them using the chute. I did not argue. After that episode, I decided to upgrade my choice of irons.

When I have written about our laundry disagreements and Jack's trying to take over that job until golf really takes his time, ironing is one thing he leaves completely alone. Now that makes my day.





I have been bent over that ironing board in a fun gg and once seriously spanked for my sassy talk as the steam came off that iron and soon, my bottom!

So now it is time for us to listen to your favorite homekeeping task and the memories brought back. The comment box is waiting and so am I.

Meredith

17 comments:

  1. Meredith,
    I can smell this post! I have always associated ironing with the way you have described...also with my mother. I don't know what that scary book is, but I smiled when you came out to sit by your mom while she was ironing. Regarding the disposal of the broken irons, I sure hope there was no spaced out laundry attendant waiting at the bottom of that giant shoot on the receiving end. What a surprise that would be, huh? Laughing! We can imagine what Jack's response to his scorched shirt would have been if you had been practicing TTWD back then! HA! I don't know if it is a household chore or not, but I love to chop veggies in preparation for a stir-fry for dinner. I like the various fragrances, textures, and the rhythm of the knife chopping, dicing, and mincing! Fun post! Relaxing, too! Hugs! Windy

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    1. Windy,
      You chop and I will iron. Let's do it!
      Thanks for your comment.
      M

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  2. I love how you describe how satisfying ironing is for you, it’s really lovely the connections you make to your mother.
    Here we iron on a need to basis only, thank goodness for the wrinkle release setting on the dryer. I’d much prefer to sit on my big bed folding laundry and sorting socks while watching tv. It’s a peaceful task that at one time was a family effort. I also enjoy doing the evening dishes that don’t make the dishwasher at the end of the day. Somehow both of these jobs are relaxing for me.
    This was lovely to read Meredith, thank you for sharing it. xoxo

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    1. Laurel,
      I will fold laundry anytime with you. Think of the talking we would do as we folded.
      M

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  3. Although you have provided us with a wonderful description of something you love to do, Meredith, I have to tell you I don't share your passion :>)) Ironing was a 'chore' I was often assigned as a young girl ... I would rather have been reading a book :>)) And here, the last two times the iron and ironing board came out of the closet was once when I used them to iron my youngest grandboys Fuze Bead project and the other was when Frank put iron on patches on his work jeans ... lol! ... and I am also sorry to tell you ... there is no such thing as a favourite household task in our house - we share the load and get it done and out of our way as needed so we can get on with the fun parts of our day :>)) ... nj ... xx

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    1. NJ,
      I always like the idea that when there is housework to do, you do it together. Thanks for your comment.
      M

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  4. Hi Meredith,

    I enjoyed reading this, what wonderful memories of ironing with your Mom. I too have memories of mother/daughter time chatting while she ironed and teaching me.

    I have mild OCD so am always doing housework lol. I'm not sure I say any particular chore floats my boat as such though lol.

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Roz,
      Come do my cleaning and bring your ironing over for me to do.
      M

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  5. Hi Meredith,

    Your post reminds me of my grandmother. She used to love ironing. She used to iron the sheets! I never understood that!

    Over here, I am with NJ. No favourite chores around the house. However, since the beginning of the Sheriff and I, I have always made lunch and dinner. We both love the idea of the 1950s stay at home house wife. I love the freedom I have today, but making lunch and dinner is my way to be old fashioned. The Sheriff does appreciate it too!

    Boo

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    1. B,
      No, housewife stuff here though. It is just the ironing I love.
      M

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  6. Hi Meredith, :) I enjoyed reading about your love of ironing, and your memories of your mom too. Those are so special to have! Thank you for sharing.

    I have to say, I'm not a fan of ironing! Around here, it has always been done on a need-to basis. Rob does his own ironing. I do mine. I always did the kids' ironing when it was needed, for the most part. The other day I did do a whole bunch at once. Can't say I had fun, but what I was doing made me happy. So...

    Like you, my mom taught me to iron by teaching me to iron my dad's handkerchiefs. I remember being so proud to show it to Daddy when he came home from work! He made a big deal out of it. LOVED him!!

    Fav household chore... only thing that I can come up with is feeding the Professor! LOL! If that is even considered one! Many hugs,

    ❤️Katie xoxo

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    1. Katie,
      Then the Professor is indeed one lucky cat.
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  7. I loved this Meredith -- what a neat walk through of your life and this simple household chore. Though I will say, I do not share your love of ironing at all. I'm more the fluffer-type. Throw the clothes in the dryer with a damp towel and voila! (though I would imagine that definitely wouldn't pass a military inspection.)

    No, for me...it's definitely vacuuming...but we already know where that got me last week. :)

    Hugs-- shell

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    1. Shell,
      You come vacuum for me and I will iron things for you.
      M

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  8. There is not a household chore that I can think that I enjoy. I am a terrible housekeeper and I wish that I found some kind of pleasure in cleaning or ironing.
    Love your post, it's fun to walk through memory lane with you.

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    1. Blondie,
      All the other household tasks are not satifying! Thanks for your comment.
      M

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  9. Oh I love to iron! I press my pillow cases with lavender spray, they smell so good when your really tired. I loved this post, I can just picture you with iron in hand and baseball on the radio. A great afternoon if you ask me.
    M

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