Little Red Bucket

I have a treasured memory that I managed to save from my Mom.

  
I remember this bucket from childhood.

What’s so special about it?

It’s my Mom’s clothespin bucket.

I can remember as a toddler being in the back yard of Mitchell Street, with the clothesline hung and Mom carrying up the laundry from the cellar steps.It is how I got my first job for Mom. I stood next to her and was allowed to hand her a clothespin when she asked for it. Sure, I worked my way up to hanging handkerchiefs, hanging straight sheets, and later  fitted sheets.

I don’t remember when the bucket list its’handle, but every time the bucket is next to me in the yard, I can feel Mom in her house dress and her kerchief wrapped around her head.It is kind of bizarre to say you feel warmth from a bucket of clothes pins, but I do.

Thanks, Mom.

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thereisnosanityclause

57 year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

2 thoughts on “Little Red Bucket”

  1. Yes, the clothespin bucket. I remember that from my trips to the country, when I was a child. Only back then it was more of a cloth clothespin bag that hooked onto the clothesline. Imagine all the energy we would save if we all went back to hanging clothes on lines, instead of using electric dryers?

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