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SMALL JOYS–Ironing!

Ironing? Who finds joy in ironing? Well, me. You see, my mother was a very wise woman, and she developed a two-point plan when it came to ironing. First, when we were very small, she would tell my brother and me stories while she ironed. These were the classic fairy tales like Cinderella, Snow White, and Little Red Riding Hood. We sat mesmerized while she carried us away with stories well-told.

Part One? Ironing=fun story time!

It was only natural that I fell easily into the second part of Mom’s plan. When I asked if I could iron, Mom would say, “Not yet. You’re not old enough, but someday…” Oh, how difficult it was to wait through years, but someday finally arrived. A dangerous appliance entrusted to my hands! My first ironing debut was one of my dad’s big handkerchiefs. It was wrinkled and creased, and I banished those wrinkles as if I waved a magic wand.

Part Two? Ironing=magic!

The power of that! The leaping joy! I was hooked for life. And yep! That hasn’t changed. All the handkerchiefs at our house are well-pressed indeed.

Do you like to iron?

Here’s to the magic of Small Joys!!

Sue

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2 Comments

  1. I can remember the sprinkling bottle with the cork and silver cap with the holes.
    We first had to lay the clothes on the table, sprinkle them and roll them up and put them in the clothes basket and then iron the next day.
    Most everything was cotton back in the 50’s and early 60’s, so it needed to be ironed.
    It seemed to be more of a core when I was 9-10 years old.
    Later, as I became a wife and Mother and ironing became a weekly routine, I found myself thinking about the man who worked to provide for the family and how proud and how I wanted him to look his best.
    Then followed the children. I would iron the little clothes and the thoughts were how much joy this child was placing in my heart. As they grew, I was filled the the Blessings of their personalities and more joy!
    Ironing is a joy and memories of moments and a stop and feel the Blessings that God granted me!

    Wandalee

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