Tuesday, October 03, 2006

One of my favourite things ...

At a get together this summer we were asked to name the three simple things that bring us joy. I knew immediately that I LOVE seeing laundry on a clothesline ... mine or anyone elses! It just makes me feel warm and cozy all over! Then a friend sent me this poem which put into words some of my thoughts ...

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the company table clothes
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.

But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.

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>I really miss that way of life.
>It was a friendly sign
>When neighbors knew each other best
>By what hung on the line!
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