As was true of many children of my generation, there were chores I was expected to do. While the oldest of my two brothers mowed grass and did other outside chores, I washed and dried dishes and set the table for meals. My mother, meanwhile, was being kept pretty busy with my baby brother.
The other chore I did regularly was to iron. These days, thanks to synthetic fabrics, I seldom iron at all but I was reminded of the ironing of my childhood when my wonder spouse informed me today that he was going to iron the top edge of our top bed sheet. The sheets had just come out of the dryer and I thought they were just fine but he wanted to do it, so who am I to argue? I like things smooth.
The reason this situation reminded me of my youth was because ironing was one of my chores and the first things I learned to iron were pillow cases. I don't think my mother ever ironed sheets, unless we had out of town company coming, but she did like smooth pillow cases.
I don't mean to brag but I must have been quite precocious, because I quickly 'graduated' to ironing my father's and brother's dress shirts. As chores went, ironing was the best because I could watch TV as I ironed. The better the show, the slower I ironed.
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