i have kind of been mia...but for very good reason, trust me....
.you have to read this darling poem about clotheslines! i was perusing blogs (i find such fabulous blogs it is unbelievable)....and i stumbled upon one with this fab poem...i got the poem copied......and becuz, as you know, i am not exactly high tech on the computer...somehow i clicked on something and all of a sudden i couldn't get back to the blog with this poem...so IF you are reading this dear , wonderful blogging person...and IF you indeed did write this...please don't get mad at me for "borrowing" it...i will still try to find you...promise...then i will link to you....
i just absolutely love love love clotheslines, clothespins and all things related!!! on my former blog i have a post dedicated to hanging clothes out...if you have the time...go to my profile page and go to my first blog and find it..i mean...if you want to...no pressure :)
i have wonderful clothesline memories and love to find vintage pictures that depict the wonderfulness of those days of hanging clothes on the line!...i have a new dream...i want to go back to the country...with a country house...and a barn and a garden shed and a shed for my studio...and a CLOTHESLINE!!...not sure my dream will be fulfilled...but...i can dream...right?
anyway...i found these vintage pics that depict my dream! enjoy!
The Clothesline Said So Much
A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the company table cloths
With intricate design.
The line announced a baby'sbirth
To folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.
But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!
i hope you enjoyed that!....well...life has been full for sure..Larry has been working on a covered wagon for VBS at Vinings Lake Church...where our son is the pastor...it has been taking up real estate in my living room for a couple weeks..so i am very glad it is GONE...but it sure did turn out cute..
here is a pic of it on the stage at the church:
so long for now!