a story from the heart and beyond
|Monday October 22nd, 1894||
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6:00am – Got up. Today is Monday and it`s washing day for this month.
Down back stairs into the kitchen, it`s dark and cold I could hear the wind howling outside, I could.
our "daily girl", Molly from
wooden tubs and `dolly` and mangle are ready for when
Molly gets here.
One wash, one boiling and one rinse, I always say. Have to light the fire under the copper and get lots of water from the pump outside. Need to clean the range and fireplace too before anything happens.
We got a new washboard a while back which is quicker and easier to use than the old dollies, so between the two we`ll get it done right well and quick like, all before the end of the day.
We could do with one of those new rotary washing machines like what they have over there in
7:00am – Molly arrives and starts rubbing the clothes with sunlight soap to remove stains. I was helping her to wash and rinse. We`ll do the wringing together using the mangle machine for the towels, table cloths and bedding in a while.
James said that Rosebery's new selection of ministers
was largely because Queen
Sometimes, it isn`t that things are harder than you thought they were going to be, it`s often a case of them being hard in ways that you didn't expect, I always say.
But I do say also, meet the unexpected as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it, so you had better be on speaking terms with it. And that`s the truth !
so shocking to hear last Thursday that Lord
Rosebery`s, private secretary, Baron Kelhead died in what may have been
hunting accident or suicide or even murder as some folks are
Some are suggesting or even saying Baron Kelhead may have had a relationship with Lord Rosebery, our Prime Minister. Well, so what !
Others say the Marquess of Queensbury threatened to expose the Prime Minister's private life if the government did not vigorously prosecute Oscar Wilde for Wilde's relationship with his youngest son and Baron Kelhead 's younger brother, Lord Alfred Douglas. Tittle tattle, tittle tattle !
It`s a shame folk feel so closed and bitter and threatened by the things they don`t like nor understand, mind.
Anyway, there is so much things said and gossip around these days, it`s timely that folk need to speak only the good they know of other people and encourage others to do the same.
8:00am – 8:30am – Edmund
came with the bread as usual and Victor soon after
with the milk. Victor said he had cut well down on the drink and was
getting over the death of his wife. Poor
I say it`s more plain and simple - It`s how to deal with life. I told him bottling up your feelings is one of the worst things you can do to yourself, especially when something major like that happens to you in your life.
put up a front just because you want to appear strong
in this world. The world is the world. People cannot and will
what you go through in your own special life. So deal with it the best
can. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far.
glad to hear Victor is dealing with life, I was.
It took the two of us to peg out the washing in the yard on the lines. It was harder than usual with the wind. Molly was singing the music hall song , “Oh Mr Porter” and I joined in at the chorus:
Oh! Mr Porter, what shall
howling so much with laughter. Our kitten, Little Blackie
was running after the leaves. It`s so nice to live in a world where
Autumns. Can`t imagine life without an autumn.
Just play, enjoy the game and laugh, I always say.
It`s good to get wildly enthusiastic about little things. Friends and animals help so much and make life a lot more fun too.
Then one of the sheets slaps Molly right on the bottom and at the very same time, her dress blew up into the air over her head.
All I could see were these three-quarter length white cotton bloomers with a lace frill. My face must have been a picture, I didn`t know where to look !
We couldn`t stop howling which was so irresistibly contagious, have to say.
Mrs. Chapman came out to see what the commotion was about. She appeared quite alarmed but then she were howling too when she seen Molly, spinning around in the wind with her dress over her head and howling with her soul dancing and singing `Oh! Mr Porter`.
Blackie then took a fancy to the main dining-room table cloth on the line with the hanging pompoms blowing in the wind and the commotion got worse with Little Blackie jumping at the pompoms blowing on the line.
Mrs. Chapman had to sit down on the low wall to the garden with laughing and shouted at Blackie calling her a little imp. We both looked at each other. That`s her name - Imp !!
What a right lovely and fitting new name for the kitten. She`s a Lincoln Imp, she is !
The original “Lincoln Imp`s” bottom got a good thrashing by the angel in Lincoln Cathedral me Mam always said before it was turned to stone like its friend the "Grimsby Imp" after it was blown into the cathedral by strong winds and creating mayhem and mischief in there, it were.
We all agreed after Molly got a slap on the bottom by the sheet in the strong wind and finally got her dress back down and composed herself, that Imp was a perfect name for the kitten now.
We all laughed and howled in the wind over it.
start reading a new book again as I
reading nice Mr. Scotts book, "The
Heart of Midlothian"
weekend. Too tired tonight to start one, I am.
I would like to visit Edinburgh one day. Guid cheerio the nou !
VICTORIAN WASHING DOLLY
THE LINCOLN IMP
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