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Old Cowbelle: Traditions

When Thanksgiving approaches, I always think about my Mom, and how she made "preparations" for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, beginning about the second week in November.

She would clean the house thoroughly, even though she kept it clean as she went along--not like me, who puts things off until the last minute. She didn't have things as convenient as I do, either.

I remember those sheer, white, criss-cross curtains that were so popular about 50 years ago. She had them on the dining room windows, one really wide one and two narrow ones. They had wide ruffles all along the edges and a valance on top.

Before Thanksgiving, Mom would take them all down and wash them. At that time, they were not "permanent press," and she had no dryer to help with the wrinkles. And after rinsing them and putting them through the "wringer," she would starch them. Not starch from a spray can, but starch boiled on the stove.

When they were dry (over a clothes rack in winter), she would sprinkle them with water, roll them up so they wouldn't dry out before ironing them.

She would put the ironing board right beside the dining room table and spread it out as she ironed.

Uff Da! She surely had a lot of patience. I wonder if anyone else out there remembers that method of making clothes smooth?

Before she put the curtains back up, she would wash the windows inside and out, no matter how cold it was. (I am hanging my head in shame, as I look at my east window where the sun is shining through the speckles on it. Even a feather where a bird flew into the window.)

Today is the day (I wrote this two weeks ago) I am going to begin by washing that window and others. Then I will get my long dusting tool and dust off the logs as far up as I can reach. All in memory of my Mom!

Actually, I am very blessed not to entertain a lot of company any more. Besides my very slow pace, my little house will not hold us all when we get together. So Sandy usually is the hostess, since she, and sometimes Beth, have the room to accommodate the gang.

I do love Thanksgiving, with all (or most) of the families there. There is so much love and laughter; kids running about (more and more each year) and food, food, food. So much to be thankful for! I can't help feel a little guilty, thinking about the people on the East Coast, who are suffering.