I don’t iron much anymore. A few table runners and my kitchen valences. I do know how to iron. I double starched many a uniform for Far Guy and when the girls were little they had cotton dresses.
Yesterday I cleaned the laundry/furnace room. I dusted off the iron..and vacuumed off the ironing board. That is one old iron I think I have had it about 20 years, it used to steam, not so much anymore. The ironing board is older, we got it for a wedding gift over 43 years ago. I hardly ever take it out..if I iron something I usually put a towel on the cupboard and iron away.
I learned to iron when I was 7 years old in 1958.
My mom wrote on this photograph “My Helper.”
I was ironing in the old farm house kitchen. There are clothes folded neatly on the table that is covered with an oilcloth and more laundry must be in that basket in the chair.
I know we washed one day, and almost everything was hung out on the line outside to dry. In the winter the clothes freeze dried stiff as a board. My Mom had a wringer washer in the basement. She would painstakingly get everything ready to hang..she would fold the sheets in half and then put the four points for the clothes pins all together so they were easy to hang, one after another the sheets would go into the basket ready to hang up outside. No matter what breeze was going through the yard, clothes were wrinkled after going through that wringer. Dads pants would go on the pants stretchers..just so..so the creases were right. Mom’s hands were constantly red and chapped in the wintertime. Sometimes the unmentionables and socks would be hung on the old wooden drying rack.
I liked to sprinkle clothes and then roll them up and put them in the plastic bag to be ironed the next day. I liked the smell of the clothes fresh off the line. When you ironed that outdoor fresh smell filled the air and delighted the olfactory senses of the person wielding the iron. Can you smell it?