Our father could often be heard singing around the house. Often he would pace the floor as he sang with a baby in his arms. At other times he would sing as he rocked with a fussy baby. This song was one of his favourites, only when it came to the chorus, he would change the words. When asked why he did that, Continue reading
Dirty Dishes
By the time I was old enough to help with household chores, my oldest sister and my brother had already left home. This left my other two sisters, my parents and me, the youngest.
Now, I didn’t mind sweeping the floor or even washing it. I didn’t mind washing clothes, and I actually asked if I could iron! I didn’t mind dusting, and I certainly didn’t mind licking out the bowl when Mom baked.
But I hated doing the dishes.