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my first job, i think i was about seven was to do my grandfathers washing, every saturday morning. we had chores at home and got an allowance. but this was a way to supplement it. so every saturday, i would ride across town, with my brothers and... spray preen on stains, scrub collars with solvol measure out omo powders then wait ten minutes oftenat this time, i would play with the cat, munster, who was my, self-designated foreman. then to start, water and omo, into the machine, an old twin tub drop in the first load, wait for it to process, sitting on the laundry step, reading the latest book.... CS Lewis' Narnian series or Enid Blytons Famous Five. you could only read, at this point, because after the first load had stopped washing, it was into the spinner and then it was, a juggle of washing, spinning, filling water levels and getting the wet washing into the basket, without, dropping any. now, i was still, to short to hang out the washing, on the hills hoist, but i would call for my assistant, Aunty Barb and off we would go down to the line .... she would hang... but i would hand items and pegs up to her. once all the washing was done, all that was left was, one final rinse, of the machine with lemon pin-o-cleen, a wipe with a dry cloth and my labours were done. time for a cup of tea, a peice of gingerbread and payment of wages $3.50- $5.00 depending on the size of the wash.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
my first job
my first job, i think i was about seven was to do my grandfathers washing, every saturday morning. we had chores at home and got an allowance. but this was a way to supplement it. so every saturday, i would ride across town, with my brothers and... spray preen on stains, scrub collars with solvol measure out omo powders then wait ten minutes oftenat this time, i would play with the cat, munster, who was my, self-designated foreman. then to start, water and omo, into the machine, an old twin tub drop in the first load, wait for it to process, sitting on the laundry step, reading the latest book.... CS Lewis' Narnian series or Enid Blytons Famous Five. you could only read, at this point, because after the first load had stopped washing, it was into the spinner and then it was, a juggle of washing, spinning, filling water levels and getting the wet washing into the basket, without, dropping any. now, i was still, to short to hang out the washing, on the hills hoist, but i would call for my assistant, Aunty Barb and off we would go down to the line .... she would hang... but i would hand items and pegs up to her. once all the washing was done, all that was left was, one final rinse, of the machine with lemon pin-o-cleen, a wipe with a dry cloth and my labours were done. time for a cup of tea, a peice of gingerbread and payment of wages $3.50- $5.00 depending on the size of the wash.
it was 1974... that was a fortune then...it was also a way for my grandpa to help out my single mother...(but i did 'nt figure that out til much later) it gave her a couple of hours free on sat mornings subsudised my pocket money and taught me a good lesson as far as work ethics went..as i grew the jobs grew with me by the time i was in highschool i was his housekeeper for much better pay...
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
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