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Mom’s Wood Ironing Board…

I remember as a little girl Mom ironing on her wood ironing boardk1648191 She would make a pad to cover it… sewing it on by hand…

I learned to iron on Daddy’s handkerchiefsk11456837k13865108 pillowcasesk13527538anything flat…

Of course I finally graduated to ironing all items…

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I only press a few things now… I have an over the door ironing board… in my bedroom,… which gets little use since I’m not working anymore…

But, there is always something that has gotten wrinkled in the closetk5437007 … and needs pressing… Also when I sew every once in a while… I press seams and such…

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When Mom moved in with me… she gave her ironing board to my brother… He kept it and varnished it shiny… using it as a table

Clever I thought…

I had no space for it when my sister-in-law asked if any of us wanted it… after my brother passed…

But, my niece… loves antiques… anything old… and jumped at it…

She would use it somewhere!…

She now has a place at the lake… and is fixing it up…

She asked me to paint a Rooster on it… and the words…”Rise and Shine”… that her Mom always said when she woke her and her other 5 brothers and sisters up to go to school…u29806591

I had saved the cutest picture I had seen on the internet somewhere… of a Rooster pouring coffee

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Photo I had saved from internet…

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Other photos I ran from clip art

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Geting my paint and some new brushes to start project…

She said that would be great…

Of course I made it “my own” to include a sunshine… and the words…

Rise and Shine!

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Mom’s wood ironing board…

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I used chalk to sketch picture I wanted to paint… rubs off easily!

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Tablecloth first… and sunshine rising… for background…

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I texted her the finished product… and she seems to like it… will tell more when she picks it up…

It was fun… and memories swirled as I painted it… of Mom and me as a little girl… learning to iron

I estimated Mom’s ironing board is about 80 years old…

This link shows different ways old wooden ironing boards are used…

http://firstadream.blogspot.com/2010/08/wooden-ironing-board.html

M is for Mom – Free Write Friday prompt

This is my post for Kellie’s Free Write Friday prompt. 

http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/10/fwf-free-write-friday-m-is-for-mom

My first memories of my Mom is laying in her lapfeeling her arms wrapped around me… a feeling of love and securityk10765920

As I grewI watched her intently learning all those things she stayed busy with…k12108458

Hanging clothes on the line in our yard… after washing our clothes in a wringer type washing machineu26177032

Sprinkling the fresh air clothes cof1153and rolling them up to be ironed on the wooden ironing board she had salvaged from the 1937 flood here in Louisvillek8051007

Cutting the crust off of the bread with her favorite cookie cutter to make us special little sandwiches with scalloped edgesk3156579

Cutting paper dolls that held each others hands… some girls …some boys… gww64684591

Frying chicken in the big iron skillet k7626384and how she could always make enough to feed whoever showed up for dinner…with the greatest of ease…

Taking walks with me down to the creek k1523077 catching tadpoles and telling of how they would soon be frogsk10312337235px-Kaulquappen_Tadpole_3

Snakes… beware… always watch where you walk Roly Poly  Millipede bugs… watch how they roll up when scared…Glomeris_marginata_1Grandaddy Long Legs… good for eating other bugs… don’t hurt them… Caterpillars 62313438_m90TPBo5… they will turn into beautiful butterfliesk6028940… Amazing isn’t it!…

I hear her voice explaining so many things…

I watch as she sews on the Singer treadle sewing machine mMe4fyqNZnjouBxZjh_feAA … later teaching me … her foot going up and down … threading the spool through the hooks and eye of the needle… replacing thread on the bobbin… so quickly …

The little dresses…pajamas… nightgowns… aprons… sewn with thoughts of that person she was making them for… swirling in her head…

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Brushing my hair… making a ponytail that would stay up all day…k12532526

Making my baby doll diapersk3406638 out of rags she always saved… and even a blanket to keep it warm…

Always having a little change k4795565set aside for the ice cream man who came by on his bicycle k9178485and for a quart of chocolate milk from the milkman

The beautiful plants… flowers and even tress planted and cared for with her green thumb… Everything grew in abundance… and she talked to them as she sprinkled them with the watering can ruggia0622c lilacsk3290020…daffodils… violets… petunias k6381330 … rosescherry tomatoes and green onions

I was getting older…

I had the shoes… clothes… that all of the other girls wanted… maybe a little later but, I got them…

Her… helping a person here and there that needed an extra pair of hands… and making that extra dollar mm01p006for us kids… Nothing for herself…

She never seemed to “want” or “need” anything…

I knew Mom would be home when I arrived home from school… welcoming me and asking how my day had been…

A comforting feeling…

She was always helping me… as I learned to drive our car in the front yard… and up and down the driveway… practicing when Dad was at work… and passing my driving test with flying colors… as she had asked me the questions from the book I studied from over and over…

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She was there when I married… helping invite the family and friends to my small wedding before my Bobby went to Viet Nam

She was with me when I had my two sonsk8507331k8507331… two of her many grandchildren

She was strong for us when daddy passed away… and in turn it became our turn to take care of her…

Trying to keep the grass cut… repairs on the house Daddy had built… and taking her for appointments bfa0026and grocery store runs… she had never driven a car except in the country on back roads…

The tide had turned…

Mom eventually comes to live at my home… welcomed of course… living and being part of our little family for five years

She talks and talks of the past… as we learned many stories of her growing up years u17977542… An honor… to listen to her reminisce… with a smile on her face and maybe a little whimsical tear in her eye at times…

She eventually leaves us to be cared for in the nursing home k5266113not far up the road… Better care for her last years… which was three

She lives to be 98 years of ageA full life… a long life…

I feel her to this day… when my heart hurts k8376139… when I feel joyk4132964 … like a slight breeze caressingu12713348 me as I turn and almost expect to see her …

Thank you Mom… I miss you!

“Over the Door”

Gift…

I was lucky in my finds today… Two new items in their packaging… found at my Unique Thrift Store … I don’t actually go looking for anything in particular… but, always have a mental list of things I need… or could use… and sometimes… just plain “want!”…

My first find was a window mini blind for my back door… Jill… my cat, if you didn’t already know… likes looking out the back door… even to the point of asking us to open it… but, at times… she takes it on herself to open it the best way she can by herself… So, at the bottom of the blind… a few blind strips had been broken… or were a little crunched… Head poking through does that it seems…

It’s not that the blind is expensive…but, just taking the time to shop, and replace…Actually sometimes…it’s just the remembering to buy it!

So, when I saw this one… right size… right color… new… It was mine!

My next item I literally grabbed… Like anyone else wanted it!… was a brand new cover/pad for my Over the Door Ironing Board… I had not been able to find one anywhere and figured I would have to go on-line to order…

You just have to pull it down …

I just love my little ironing board… Actually it is a great length… 3-1/2 feet long X 14 inches across… and is so handy in that it folds up on my bathroom door in my bedroom and when I need it… All I have to do is pull it down… One of my favorite things that has been invented!…

I have had to buy regular size ironing board covers and make them work… This one went on in a breeze… It was made by TIDE… and I will be looking on the internet and seeing if they have them for sale...

And would you believe it matched my bedroom… light blue design… Can’t beat that!…

I say these are little blessings that come my way… so I have to say, “Thank you Jesus!”…

You made my day!

“How to…”

Memory…

Today, my Mom would have been 103 years old …She lived to be 98 …Time has passed swiftly…I think of her and the things she taught me almost every day…How to cook …from baking a cake from scratch to frying chicken in an iron skillet…How to sew on a sewing machine…at that time it was a Singer foot pedal …How to wash clothes…at that time it was on a wringer washer and the clothes were hung on a line in the bright sunshine to dry…How to iron…I practiced on Daddy’s handkerchiefs and pillow cases on a wooden ironing board…How to dust …I’ve been told I was let to watch cartoons on Saturdays as I did this chore…I actually did dust…because I liked rearranging everything on the tables and shelves…How to run the vacuum sweeper …I was told we had the cleanest braided rug in front of the TV as I stood and watched cartoons again…I actually liked running the sweeper as we called it…because I could sing to the top of my lungs, evidently thinking no one could hear me…How to wash dishes…Silverware soaking in the bottom of the dish water…then glasses…plates, cups and bowls next…and pots and pans/skillets last…I will admit…my least favorite chore!…I rarely dried the dishes…I thought air drying  was so much more efficient!…How to cut grass and plant flowers…This is something I loved!…Anything to be outside just like my Mom…Cutting grass and the flowers blooming  made our yard a “showplace” as some would call it…and this was such a great time for my thoughts to wander and my dreams were imagined…In most every part of my being my Mom was an influence…Such a wise teacher of all kinds of traits that I have managed to make my own…I can only hope I have passed on part of her to my children and grandchildren…and someday they will say, Mom or Grandma   taught me “how to”