YES—LET US!
It is a scene I still see clearly in my mind.
My mother is in the kitchen, standing over the ironing board. With one hand, she holds the hot iron and moves it back and forth, back and forth across a small square of white linen. She is pressing one of my father’s handkerchiefs. She folds it in half, presses it, folds it in half again and presses the small square piece of fabric flat, before placing it atop a growing pile of white linen squares on the table behind her.
She reaches down into the basket full of clean laundry by her feet and pulls out another square of fabric. She repeats the process.
When the handkerchiefs are pressed, she moves on to press the dish towels, pillow cases, the sheets, shirts, blouses, underwear. All the family laundry.
As I get older, I will take over the chore of…
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