It is fun to talk to your older friends and reminisce about the good old days. My friend and I were talking and got on do you remember when we were in the Good Old Days. So here are some of the things we talked about.
Guano Sack Sheets
We remember how our mothers would take the sacks and make sheets, bedspreads and sometimes she would make the boys a shirt. The sheets were sometimes stiff and scratchy to our delicate skin, but—after sleeping on them—you certainly didn’t need a loofah sponge because the sheets did a pretty good job.
I also remember helping my mom make a batch of lye soap in our big old black wash pot. I had to keep it stirred to keep it from sticking. We usually made enough to do us until the next spring was hog killing time.
A New Dress
My sister, Martha, and I got to go with Dad to get the cow feed. He would get two packs at a time so he could let us pick out sacks that we liked so that we would get a dress.
If we were real lucky no one else would ever have a dress like us. You could say it was only one of a it’s kind. If we were real lucky Mom might round up some special buttons, rick-rack or lace, to make each one different. Back then we could say we had a designer dress, a far cry from what our kids today get. But we were always happy when we got a new dress made by our darling mother.
Monday was wash day at our house. Getting everything ready was teamwork. Dad would get the wood and we would fill the wash pot with water, then Dad would build a fire under the wash pot. Mom gathered up the clothes and carried them to the big spring where we did our washing.
Cold winter days made wash day a headache hanging the clothes on the line, sometimes they would freeze before we got them all hung out. If we had enough money after the necessities, we might be able to get a bar of Octagon soap and some Rit dye to make colored bed spreads.
Thank God for the Good Old Days.