Don’t You Just Love The Washing Machine

I really am not a huge fan of technology. It encompasses things that are foreign to me, and which I feel are not necessary. Take for instance, televisions. Yes, they are great for entertainment but, for practical purposes, who really needs one? Cell phones are another phenomenon to me because even though it is nice to stay in touch, who needs to have games, Internet, and movies available on their phone? An easy to understand washing machine is necessary, and even those have become complicated in this day and age.

When I was growing up, there was not a lot of money in our household. Daddy was up early every morning, with a snap in his step, ready to take on the world to support his family. There was no air-conditioned office, with a computer on a desk, waiting for my father to arrive. The job my father had, consisted of tilling up the ground, from the sweat of his brow, working from before the break of dawn until well into the evening hours, just so we would have a few nice things.

My mother was one of those “stay at home” moms who did not have the luxury of placing frozen dinners in a microwave, pushing a button, and sitting back to wait the horrendous fifteen minutes it would take to make dinner. Mom was up earlier than father to be sure he had some kind of breakfast to fill his stomach, and get him through the day. Without mother, father would never have been able to do his work.

Wash day was not one day a week, it was every day of the week. Along with the chores of cooking, cleaning, canning, sewing, baby sitting, garden tending, and hundreds of other tasks, momma was doing laundry, by hand, no less. She was not one to complain, and would often sing as she made “music” with the rasping sounds her knuckles made against the wash board, as she scrubbed out the grime from our clothes.

The soap my mother used as laundry detergent was harsh enough to take paint off the side of a barn. Needless to say, the detergent was unforgiving to my mother’s precious hands, making her skin break and bleed. Even when my mother was ill, she never ceased doing her duties to keep her family happy.

It thrilled my heart so much, when I realized that daddy had spent some of his money to buy momma a gift. This gift was not brand new, but it was new to momma, just the same. He hollered for momma, as he jumped out of his truck, and the present was in the back side of the vehicle.

A very used, wringer styled washer was sitting there waiting to be embraced by my mother. Her eyes watered as she recognized exactly what was being given to her. She felt so loved, and adored, and told this to my father, as she kissed his rugged, filthy face.

Those years have flown by and I still remember that lovely washing machine. Even when it was on its last legs, momma did not want to part with it. She told the story of receiving it many times in her life, and I know it brought her much happiness. God bless my father for his gift.

Bella Hopkins owns a best rated waching machine blog. She recommends and writes various brands of washing machine reviews such as Frigidaire washing machines reviews, Maytag washing machines reviews and more.