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Things My Mother Didn't Teach Me

As I was folding a set of twin sheets, fresh from the warm dryer, it occurred to me that I have no idea how to properly fold a "fitted" sheet.  I never did.  Every time I make an attempt, it turns out looking like one big bundled mess that hopefully will de-wrinkle once it's spread across the mattress.

I realized that my mom never taught me how to fold a fitted sheet.  She also didn't teach me or my two sisters how to iron anything -- or to sew.  She did work four to five days a week, running her own "shop" (a beauty parlor or "salon" as it would be called today).  She was a hairdresser, on her feet all day, making women look pretty.  I remember wishing my mom spent more time at home.  She was always busy:  working, cooking, food shopping, etc.

On this eve of Thanksgiving, I am grateful for my mom and for all that she didn't teach me.

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Anonymous said…
My mother taught me how to . . . .
Anonymous said…
In my defense of things I never taught you ....
The reason for the folding of the sheet is, I still have the same problem... And in my mothers defense, not sure if there were fitted sheets back then (Ha Ha).
I never was taught to Iron as my mother enjoyed Ironing????.
She was also a seamtress and I guess after working at sewing all day she was not ready to teach sewing. She was a piece worker.
Also, I think all 3 of you girls are doing a great job.
Joanne said…
Pat.. I never learned how to iron either... and for the same reason!

Julie... ask David to fold those fitted sheets!
Joy's mom said…
My momma taught us how to be self-sufficient, hard working, honest, aware, and considerate. I could care less about having a wrinkled sheet, and she also didn't teach us how to use make-up because she never needed it herself. And neither do my sisters.... xo... happy thanksgiving day!
Unknown said…
no need to offer a defense.....we know.
Mordechai said…
If mama taught you how to love and keep the heart open than all the folded wrinkled sheets seem tawdry tinsel riding away on the dark November wind - no?

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