tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669142770960681849.post2097658350910403857..comments2023-10-18T05:54:42.800-07:00Comments on The Crochet Nanny: Remembering simpleness . . . . Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12802601272398203050noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669142770960681849.post-38936600604927336532015-12-02T14:22:45.922-08:002015-12-02T14:22:45.922-08:00Wow. Better late than never! Just read this and i...Wow. Better late than never! Just read this and it brought back many memories of Mom and her laundry days and clothes lines in the yard. And the time on Allendale street when I was in a tree in the back yard, yelling for mom to come out as I held onto the end of the clothes line for dear life that was previously secured to the tree branch. You see, I told Mom that I was playing in the yard and saw the line snap, ran up the tree and was able to grab the line before it and the clothes hit the ground. She listened as I detailed my heroic feat while she furiously tore the still wet clothes off the line and dropped them in the laundry basket. As she did so, she couldn't help but glance at the base of the tree and spied the handsaw that lay on the ground as if someone had carelessly (or hurriedly)dropped it from the tree. She never let on if she put two and two together, but that wasn't a surprise since she often exclaimed, "No, not my Raymond" when told by neighbors of my (allegedly) dastardly deeds. Anyway, I doubt that many children have memories of clothes dryers. Thanks for sharing!raysheldonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03632008305505135411noreply@blogger.com