“The end-of-summer winds make people restless.”

I swear it was sunny when I went outside to get the papers. Now it is cloudy and dark. The trees in the backyard look stark against the grey sky. It is cooler than it has been. I have no complaints, though, as it was 70˚ yesterday. I went about my errands with the window down. I had a list and missed nothing, even got my flu shot.

I have been restless and don’t know the reason. I go from being on-line to reading to cleaning and finally to wandering the house looking for something to do. I have polished and dusted. I have swept the kitchen then wet mopped the floor. My timing, though, is bad. My cleaning couple come today.

I don’t remember watching my mother clean the house. She did it while we were in school. I have no idea as to her routine. I just know the house was clean and the beds were made when I got home. In the late afternoon, my mother would start to work on dinner. I remember her standing by the sink peeling potatoes. It is always 16 Washington Ave in my memories. That is where I spent most of my growing up years. Here and there are memories of earlier and later places, but I can still remember every room at 16 Washington Ave. I remember looking out the picture window at the rain or the snow or the wind blowing leaves down the street. The television was in a cabinet. There were two closets downstairs almost right next to each other, and I always wondered why the builders did it that way. The first, the larger of the two, was where the coats and boots were kept. My dad would come home from work, take off and then hang up his topcoat and put his hat on the shelf. The other closet, in a nook, wasn’t as deep. The ironing board and iron were there, and my mother used to hide Christmas presents in the back. That’s all I remember about that closet.

We always said Washington Ave, never Washington Avenue. I don’t know why.

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6 Comments on ““The end-of-summer winds make people restless.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I don’t remember my mother cleaning either. I do remember her cooking dinner because we were home by then. I remember her ironing, too, because she did that at night while watching TV in the living room with the rest of us. She stood up to iron and watch TV. She stood at the stove and ate while the rest of us sat at the table. She didn’t get to sit down to eat for very long unless we were eating out in a restaurant. There’s a line in A Christmas Story where the narrator comments that his mother didn’t get to sit down to eat for years. I chuckle each time.

    Yesterday was beautiful. It was my birthday and I was thankful for the gift of a summery fall day. There was also cake. 🙂

    Today is also lovely. Sunny and cooler but still beautiful. There is leftover cake. 🙂

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Happy Belated Birthday. It was a beautiful day and you had cake-sounds perfect to me.

      My mother stood at the counter to eat, and I also chuckle at that line. Even when I was an adult who would go to visit for the weekend, my mother stood at the kitchen counter. It was only for holidays she’d join us in the dining room, the seldom used room. The kitchen was the heart of that house.

      My mother had a metal frame she’d unfold. It held the finished ironed clothes on hangers. She’d also ironed during the day so we’d get home and collect our ironed clothes to bring upstairs.

      The sun is back out now. I was just filling the bird feeders. The day has a little chill, but it is still lovely.

      Enjoy your cake!!

    • olof1 Says:

      Happy Belated Birthday! I hope it was a good day 🙂

    • Birgit Says:

      Happy Belated Birthday, Caryn!

  2. olof1 Says:

    Windy, rainy and grey here but the sun did show itself before it went down behind the forest. They say we’ll get some more sun now but not for long, the low pressures are standing in line to visit us.

    My mother loathed to be a house wife and worked since I was really small so the cleaning always happened when we all were at home and we all had to participate 🙂 and the cooking isn’t much to remember except for the time she bought a huge turkey, it was so big it didn’t fit in our oven 🙂 🙂 🙂 I do remember most of what she called the poor bird while trying to chop it down in smaller pieces 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      The sun came out later in the afternoon, but it wasn’t all that warm. Tonight will be in the 40’s. On Mt. Washington, the highest peak in the Northeast, it was snowing today.

      My mother didn’t work until we were all out of the house and on our own. She worked for my uncle doing the accounting. The last job she’d had before that when she was in high school.

      We never had any chores, and my mother was a good cook. She cooked plain food, meat and potatoes, when we were young but got fancier when we were older and less reluctant to try new foods.

      The turkey story gave me a laugh!

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