I never in my entire life had sense enough to stop working. I am going to relate to you, my good friends, a few samples of this crazy work-a-holic, ME.
In my freshman high school year every Monday morningmy sister Fannie and I set our alarm for 3:30AM to put a boiler of water on the stove to heat, collected everyone’s dirty laundry plus towels et cetera and did the family washing on a ringer MAYTAG washing machine. Most of you reading this probably never heard of such a thing but believe-you-me at that tender age of fourteen I had a good initiation to it.
Then before getting ready to go to school we hung everything on a clothes line strung up outside to dry through the day while we were at school. We also did all the ironing which included many of our brothers’ white shirts. Continue reading