Jewelry Chatroom Board

My sister irons everything and so did my mother. She had an old soda bottle with a shaker cap and she would sprinkle water on the clothes and press. I remember the sounds, and the smell of the hot cotton, so clean after hanging in the sun. I have an old wooden ironing board that I of course have padded well to use, wouldn't give it up for anything. We were living in a house that was in dispute in an estate (we didn't own it, just rented). The woman who supposedly owned it was threatening to burn it down.

My mother, while we were moving out, supervised the move as I had a new baby. I actually had gone on ahead of the packers and movers so when the van arrived in Missouri, it had a bunch of stuff on it that had been in the house that actually was to stay with it. A windsor chair and the ironing board were in this batch, as my mother could not bear to see it burned. There were old trunks in the attic, you name it was up there and I think this gal made good on her promise because one day there was no house. Glad my mother
did what she did.

Katie