Memories. Yesterday I was ironing and was reminded of ironing days a long time ago. I thought about how I ironed as a kid, even as late as a teenager.
We would lay out the clothes on the kitchen table and sprinkle them lightly with water, not a spray bottle but a sprinkler bottle. We would then roll them up, put them in a zippered plastic bag and then into the refrigerator to wait for ironing time. You see, we didn’t have steam irons then and this would keep them moist to help remove the wrinkles as well as keeping them from mildewing. Everything was 100% cotton and wrinkled terribly.
The best thing about this is that Mother paid me — 10 cents a piece! — to help with the ironing. Of course, the sprinkling was more fun than ironing. The best piece to iron — a handkerchief!
Wonder if kids are still getting paid to iron today. Hopefully the price has gone up.

