It’s something I do with every towel I hang on the outside line to dry — give it a good “whip” to remove most of the wrinkles. I don’t remember ever NOT snapping my towels as I hang them to dry. It is something I watched and/or heard Mom do times too numerous to know.
Today, however, seemed to be the day I REALIZED I too snap the towels. Bittersweet are the memories of Mom at the clothesline, whether it be heated or cool days; handful of clothespins, armful of clothes, a corner of material in each hand – whip, snap, pop! then onto the line. Quick as a flash, she would repeat the maneuvers until the lines were full or all the laundry was hung out to dry.
All the while her lips would be moving in talking fashion, but her voice could not be heard. I don’t even know if she realized her lips were moving. There was so much to be accomplished, maybe she was plotting her strategy to make the most of her time…or maybe she was rehearsing a conversation she needed to have…or, could she have been singing…could it have been praises…
Now, I wish I had been brave enough to ask her.
I “snapped” a towel today
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I’ve read this a few times in the RSS feed.
Hard to get ahold long enough to actually arrive at your page and make a comment, and besides, what is there to say. So beautiful. The questions at the end are so well crafted, they catch the breath right in the throat.
You and #3 sister will be the end of me, but I hope you never stop writing.
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Thank you. I haven’t been on here for a long time — I forget it’s here.
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