A Letter From The Heart
Letter From The Heart - Pull Those Sheets
Last week, I was able to watch my two older granddaughters Quinn and Scarlett on a snow day. We cleaned and organized, stirred Jello, baked bread & chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles and tossed Cheesy Sausage Tortellini in the crock pot. They helped strip and remake the bed with fresh sheets. As we made the bed, I barked at them to pull those sheets extra tight and make sure they get all the wrinkles off the sheets, just as my Gran had barked at me. "Keep pulling, I said, it's not tight enough for my Gran yet, so it's not good enough for me! Gran will have your hide if you don't do a good job!" I got the giggles, remembering how much I hated getting every wrinkle out of the bed. I was going back in the dang bed tonight, what different did it make if there was a little wrinkle? I wouldn't sleep any different. But in Gran's house it was everything...dust bunny annihilation was scheduled for every Saturday morning, dinner cooked and the sink full of dishes were done before anyone (by anyone, I mean the girls) sat down to relax. My mom continued the ritual, trading Great Grandma Ethel's crocheted dusting cap for a red or blue bandana.
A time where advertisements showed the little woman baking cookies and met her husband at the door with his slippers and a martini after a hard day's work. My family was a little different; yes, lots of cookie baking was happening but not the martini part. My dad did shift work and a 8:00 am or midnight mixed drink was not part of the dynamic. My mom did however make breakfast every day and a lunch for a dad to pack. It usually included a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The bread had to have REAL butter on both sides so the jelly wouldn't sog-up bread & cut on the diagonal, in a fold top baggie. Also included were the blue box (the cheap kind) chips and an apple or orange, whichever was in season. Of course, it all went in a black metal dome lunchbox with a Thermos of steaming coffee, doctored with Coffee-Mate and a ton of sugar. After Dad retired from the State Police, this lunchbox tradition continued at the Forest Service. One day, as the fire crew took a break for lunch, they guys noticed Dad's oranges peeled and sectioned. Yep! Mom even peeled his oranges so he wouldn't get his hands messy. As kids, my brothers and I teased Dad about this, saying that if he asked, Mom would peel his grapes as well.
As the '70's and '80's ticked by, women were encourage to work outside the home and be independent. Mom went to work at the local grocery store. She had less time at home but still but made sure Dad had his lunch when he wanted one. My mom did one more thing as dad left for work. It didn't matter if it was 5:00 am or the middle of the night, 80 degrees or minus 3, Mom always walked my Dad to his Patrol Car and kissed him good-bye.
Yesterday, I dusted, vacuumed and stripped beds again, sans bandana. Happy to hear Gran's voice in my head again, as I giggled orders at Scott to get the wrinkles out of the sheets or Gran would have his hide too! The tradition continues...Leslie
Letter From The Heart