Writing about my ironing chore yesterday reminded me of another, much less pleasant chore that my oldest brother (two years younger than me) and I were expected to do during the summer months.
I should explain here that my mom was a loving, kind, wonderful mother, but she was also a teacher, and used to working with a schedule, so during our summer breaks she liked to keep us on something of a schedule. The schedule did include delightful things like a 10am break to eat sugar glazed donuts on Wednesdays after the bakery truck came by, TV time while we all watched Captain Kangaroo with my baby brother, and, my favorite, a half hour, or longer, break after lunch to relax in our bedrooms and read or nap. This was supposedly so my baby brother could nap. I didn't appreciate, until I was a mom myself, that it was also my mother's chance to rest.
The schedule also included her expectation that we would get up in "the cool of the morning" to weed the strawberry patch. Usually this chore was only for 30 minutes after which we went in and had breakfast. One particular morning my brother kept running inside and looking at the clock. Finally he announced that it was 8:00am and time for breakfast.
Everything was fine until my father came home from work that evening and didn't understand why his TV news show didn't come on until fifteen minutes past the hour. Very mysterious. He finally checked the clock on the wall in the kitchen against his pocket watch and realized that the kitchen clock was fifteen minutes fast.
I honestly don't remember what my brother's punishment was but I think it involved more weeding for him and less for me and mom. My parents were not spankers but they did believe in letting the punishment fit the crime. They also, happily, were blessed with good senses of humor.