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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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?
Thanks for reading. In an ironic twist, I now also have inherited my 97 year old mother-in-law’s clothespin bag, as she announced it doesn’t need it any more.LOL