Thinking about this clothes cleansing system that I give little or no thought to reminded me of something a neighbor said to me a while back when we had a cold snap, temps dropping to low 30s, upper 20s at night for a few days. He stopped me while I was out walking, said he’d seen me carting firewood into the house and that, “You would’ve made a good pioneer woman.”
Uh, no, I don’t think so. I would have done what needed to be done, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have done it with a song in my heart and a bounce to my step.
This is not me. It popped up when I typed in "skipping" and it made me smile.
And yet these intrepid souls continued, the quest to find that place they could call home worth the torrents and terror that came with them. No amenities like washing machines and electric stoves and lighting to make life easier or more convenient.
Too many decades have passed for my respect and admiration for the pioneers who established towns in this country to matter, but I must say
this anyway: Thank you!!