Are used to have a crush on the character Calvin Brenner on as the world turns back in the late 60s. I believe the actor was Scott Glenn. Don’t much care to iron; my mother always ironed in the damp dingy basement, which was also a tornado shelter🙄. I don’t mind wrinkles unless they’re on my face…
Housekeeping was made into a terrific film starring Christine Lahti.
As for ironing, when my mother decided I was old enough to graduate from pillow cases and handkerchiefs (10 y/o maybe?) she handed me her white silk blouse and told me to iron it on the lowest setting. Unnerved by the new responsibility, I mistook the highest heat setting for the coolest and burned the shape of the iron bottom onto my mother’s dainty blouse. I nearly threw up going from the basement to the kitchen to confess.
I was glad to see you not promoting that dangerous looking ear cleaning product. It's so important to think clearly before buying more and more stuff being pushed at us from all directions and screens.
Glad to see our household isn't the only one with some clutter, actually a lot of clutter. I blame it all on my husband, shouldn't he have to clean it up. Well, think again! We don't get snow in our part of the world, some rain would be nice!
Just this afternoon, I was part of a family zoom meet up with relatives from USA and UK. We always seem to hit on many subjects and today ironing was one of them. We are not a young bunch, so, several had experience with lots of ironing and knowing city persons who never learned to iron until they moved to less civilized areas or the places that their mothers and laundry services did not exist. I really like to iron. Satisfaction in seeing a quick solution to a wrinkle in life. And those daytime soap operas! Also, this past week, the porch was cleaned. We had snow a week later. We never listen to those voices in our minds.
I feel your pain. Daily, I clean up after the untidy man in the house and the cat that adores throwing litter out of the litter box. My vaccuum is working overtime.
When I was young, my mom would set up the ironing board in the back porch and just enjoyed having a few minutes alone, I think. (I was the youngest of nine, all born within 12 years if one another.) I remember waiting just a bit, the quietly seating myself on the floor nearby and I made that my time to have her to myself. By the time I was six, she allowed me to iron handkerchiefs (before Kleenex was a thing). I loved the smell emanating from the hot iron’s contact with fabric dried in the sunshine and think of her whenever I get a whiff of any clothing sun-dried.
My mom detested ironing so much she paid me to do it. Ironically LOL, the first story I ever wrote (age 5) was titled “The Ironing Lady.” Even then I wrote flash fiction: “There once was a lady who loved to iron. She ironed from morning til night.”
Mom passed last year. I still have that little sprinkle bottle.
Years ago when I was a young mom I helped with furnishing a preschool nursery in a new church. One of the older women donated a lovely child-sized ironing board & toy iron. Not one of the children had ever seen such a thing; they had no idea what to do with it. I do remember one little boy zoom-zooming the iron across the floor like a car...
For my Mom it was Another World. She had the distilled water in a Pepsi bottle with a plastic top that had holes in it
Edge of Night was one of my mother’s favorites, and I spent many afternoons watching Nicole get terrorized and the getting rescued by Adam Drake.
Amy, I love this so much. I never iron but my mom (who is gone) and my sister (who is here) were/are huge ironing fans. My mom was "days of our lives"
Are used to have a crush on the character Calvin Brenner on as the world turns back in the late 60s. I believe the actor was Scott Glenn. Don’t much care to iron; my mother always ironed in the damp dingy basement, which was also a tornado shelter🙄. I don’t mind wrinkles unless they’re on my face…
I used to have a crush on a character name Calvin Brenner (Actor Scott Glenn) on as the world turns in the late 60s. Sigh . . .
Housekeeping was made into a terrific film starring Christine Lahti.
As for ironing, when my mother decided I was old enough to graduate from pillow cases and handkerchiefs (10 y/o maybe?) she handed me her white silk blouse and told me to iron it on the lowest setting. Unnerved by the new responsibility, I mistook the highest heat setting for the coolest and burned the shape of the iron bottom onto my mother’s dainty blouse. I nearly threw up going from the basement to the kitchen to confess.
I grew up ironing and although I seldom have the need nowadays, when I do iron I find it very soothing. My soap was As the World Turns 🥰
I was glad to see you not promoting that dangerous looking ear cleaning product. It's so important to think clearly before buying more and more stuff being pushed at us from all directions and screens.
Glad to see our household isn't the only one with some clutter, actually a lot of clutter. I blame it all on my husband, shouldn't he have to clean it up. Well, think again! We don't get snow in our part of the world, some rain would be nice!
Just this afternoon, I was part of a family zoom meet up with relatives from USA and UK. We always seem to hit on many subjects and today ironing was one of them. We are not a young bunch, so, several had experience with lots of ironing and knowing city persons who never learned to iron until they moved to less civilized areas or the places that their mothers and laundry services did not exist. I really like to iron. Satisfaction in seeing a quick solution to a wrinkle in life. And those daytime soap operas! Also, this past week, the porch was cleaned. We had snow a week later. We never listen to those voices in our minds.
I feel your pain. Daily, I clean up after the untidy man in the house and the cat that adores throwing litter out of the litter box. My vaccuum is working overtime.
When I was young, my mom would set up the ironing board in the back porch and just enjoyed having a few minutes alone, I think. (I was the youngest of nine, all born within 12 years if one another.) I remember waiting just a bit, the quietly seating myself on the floor nearby and I made that my time to have her to myself. By the time I was six, she allowed me to iron handkerchiefs (before Kleenex was a thing). I loved the smell emanating from the hot iron’s contact with fabric dried in the sunshine and think of her whenever I get a whiff of any clothing sun-dried.
My mom detested ironing so much she paid me to do it. Ironically LOL, the first story I ever wrote (age 5) was titled “The Ironing Lady.” Even then I wrote flash fiction: “There once was a lady who loved to iron. She ironed from morning til night.”
Mom passed last year. I still have that little sprinkle bottle.
It was As The World Turns at my house growing up.
My mother did not love ironing. I did because if I ironed she let me watch TV. I started with pillow cases and moved on to my brother's shirts.
I still like the smooth lines when I iron.
Now no TV just my thoughts.
I really enjoyed this Asking Amy.
Thank you all.
Robin Theilmann
Years ago when I was a young mom I helped with furnishing a preschool nursery in a new church. One of the older women donated a lovely child-sized ironing board & toy iron. Not one of the children had ever seen such a thing; they had no idea what to do with it. I do remember one little boy zoom-zooming the iron across the floor like a car...
I remember coming home to my Mom ironing. What a great memory. I find ironing therapeutic along with running the vacuum.