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Hands
My own hands getting a teensy bit wrinkly now.
When I think back to my mother's hands at my age I realise how red and work-worn they looked. She was used to scrubbing the floors on hands and knees. And Monday was washday; she did washing for five of us by hand when we were young, then using a Service washer which had a single tub with an agitator, and rubber rollers on top to wringe the clothes.
When my parents had their first automatic washer, they couldn't stop looking at it, to make sure it was still 'going'. And I remember my mother telling my dad NOT to try opening the door straight away; she had read the instructions and told him there was a time-delay switch - but no, he kept pulling the handle until it snapped.
That was typical of dad. The first push-button tv we had, he couldn't resist changing the channels, until we had to shout at him. He just grinned and said it was good exercise for the tv to be switched over.
Hands
My own hands getting a teensy bit wrinkly now.
When I think back to my mother's hands at my age I realise how red and work-worn they looked. She was used to scrubbing the floors on hands and knees. And Monday was washday; she did washing for five of us by hand when we were young, then using a Service washer which had a single tub with an agitator, and rubber rollers on top to wringe the clothes.
When my parents had their first automatic washer, they couldn't stop looking at it, to make sure it was still 'going'. And I remember my mother telling my dad NOT to try opening the door straight away; she had read the instructions and told him there was a time-delay switch - but no, he kept pulling the handle until it snapped.
That was typical of dad. The first push-button tv we had, he couldn't resist changing the channels, until we had to shout at him. He just grinned and said it was good exercise for the tv to be switched over.