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...
