“Blankets blowing on the line give me such a nice feeling as the October sun and wind give their lovely freshness to them. The blankets have their own stories.”
Gladys Taber in Ladies Home Journal, October 1950
I always saw Labor Day Weekend as the end of summer, a bit of a respite from work for three days. This year the three day weekend means LABOR! Our #2 son is moving about 45 miles away from us instead of being four hours away. This is the good news. But selling one house and buying another iin two locations far apart has proven to be hassles beyond belief.
For one thing, the new community is a college town and the housing is low grade and high priced. We looked and looked all summer. Nearly bought two but one was in a flood plain and the other sat on house jacks from termite damage. Back to the drawing board. We investigated a hundred houses, were inside of at least 30, nearly bought two, and we all were most discouraged in the end.
The house we finally found had two plus markers: cheap and clean. The rest of the flaws we could work with. We had ample time until paperwork and such slowed down the process. While closing still isn’t until next Tuesday, we did get permission to be on property to build a fence, necessary for our aging grand dog. Then the weather decided to warm up to boiling. It has been 91 with heat index of 100. It is killing to be building fence and mowing the yard and such in this heat.
After two days, about half the yard is fenced and we are wearing down. Going back tomorrow but we are so tired. Hopefully we can finish another side. Meanwhile the son is closing up his house in Wichita, and readying for two trips in one week back towards home: one for closing papers, one following the movers.
Yesterday the Gladys Taber Newsletter arrived in the mail. It was a great solace to sit with sore muscles and visit her world. Her writing is getting so dated. Someday researchers will read her columns and books to view culture of the 1950’s and 1960’s. Her folksy chat appeared in Family Circle and Ladies Home Journal magazines. She wrote of seasons, rearing dogs, planting gardens, rearing kids, and cooking hearty meals with butter and cream!
The quote above was on the front page of the newsletter, and it evokes such a relaxed feeling in me. I could see and smell those blankets on the line! I love the idea that blankets have stories. In this house, we have an itchy wool blanket made of wool grown on the backs of sheep at DH’s family farm. His grandmother spun and dyed and wove the fleeces herself. I think that is a story.
What stories would YOUR blankets tell?