Saturday, November 29, 2008

Aromas: Fresh Baked Bread and Fresh Laundry

This picture at left shows me kneeling at the left when I was about 9 years old in 1930, with my brother Alfred at bottom right, age 7 and my mom and dad holding our brother and sister, who were twins, age 1.
One of the highlights of my growing up about this time was Mom preparing and baking homemade bread. Our household seldom ate store-bought bread. Every household in those days had a fruit jar of Starter. If it ever went bad, households were always glad to share their starter to begin at square one again. I don't remember what it was. I heard that you can bake bread by just buying those yeast cakes, small two inch square units, but most families had their own Fruit Jar Starter. As I remember when they baked bread, from their initial process, somehow they derived the new jar of starter to use next week. Nothing beats the smell of fresh baked bread.
The other thing I remember, EVERY WASH DAY it was beans that, it seems, took 3 hours to cook. I know us kids always had to watch the cooking process on the stove as Mom was out in the wash-house doing laundry. Our wash-house was in the east side of the garage at our home in Hoisington, KS. In the house we had before that, the wash-house was in a little building behind the house. I still have the big black kettle that Mom used to heat the wash water. 24/7/365, rain or shine, everyone had a wash day! Sometimes the clothesline items would freeze, so you had to be careful they did not crack (tear) in handling them. But my my, I will never forget the fresh smell of those clothes once they came back into the house, and to sleep on those sheets. After enduring the cold on the clothesline, they still had that fresh smell.
Funny how experiences like that stay with a person the rest of your life.

2 comments:

Lisa Jamison said...

I bet that was such a different way of life. I can only imagine how the wash would smell. Now I can only buy that smell in candles hehehe

Becky Jamison said...

Dad, I can smell both just from reading what you wrote! Fortunately I was able to smell clothes right off the clothesline. There's nothing fresher.