Today is laundry day, the second one this week. My mother instilled in me early on the love of clean laundry. In fact, the smell of clean clothes off the line sparks a fond memory for me, even now. I remember Mother hanging clothes on the line, come hot or cold weather, even when the sheets 'froze' as she hung them out! I can remember sniffing my blouse as I sat in school and how it made me feel the comfort of being clean. I loved it then and I love it now. That is a tradition that I will carry to my grave. Mom never expected anyone to do her laundry, even when she was near to death. People commented on how often she washed, but it was true, she never had to have anyone come in to do her washing for her. Many times she could barely make it up her basement steps, but you had to be quick on your feet to get to the washer before she did! It was just something that brought her pleasure. She had a dryer, but preferred the solar kind. Her whites were the whitest and even her dishrags were like new after much wear. It nearly broke her heart when a family member took out the clotheslines, thinking they were 'helping' to make her load lighter in later years. I can relate to that! Some may think that is an obsessive behavior thing, but to me it was a good example of a good habit, and good organization. Is that saying enough 'good' things about it? :) I'm all about carrying on good traditions...to be continued...