SCRUBBING YOUR TROUBLES AWAY by Marisa Masterson

 

Imagine the woman bent, hugely pregnant, over a tub and washboard. What does she think about as she rubs the clothes across the metal ripples? Perhaps about her coming baby?

Recently, my daughter and I went through my granddaughter’s outgrown baby clothes. Stains! My stars, but the stains! We put away the clean items, and I gathered up the spotted garments.

Days later, I stood over the washer I am blessed to have. As I rubbed in a certain product recommended by many on the Internet for set-in stains, I wished for a bar of my grandmother’s lye soap. Memories of that dear woman rubbing a boar’s hair brush across my baby cousin’s clothes came back. I can still see that brush and the yellowish-white soap.

I almost reached for the glass washboard that is a family heirloom. It sits in my basement, unused. (Again, thank you God for my modern washing machine!) Could it be that this outmoded item might remove stains better than my frustrated rubbing did?

But, back to the woman bent across the scrub board? Did women pray while they spent long hours laboring to clean the garments? Maybe a mother would think of each child and send up petitions. Perhaps she solved her problems, sort of talked them out in her mind. A good substitute for a therapist as she rubbed the spots roughly to removed them?

Even when the wringer washer came into being with its handle in the side of the tub for agitating, the lady of the house or washer woman would still need to scrub those stains. That guaranteed long hours devoted to the laundry. Were these women spiritual than a lady who throws clothes in the machine and hurries on to the next thing because they had time to pray? Did they have less anger because they could work it out as they vigorously rubbed the garments?

One thing I know for sure. They were more physically fit than me! I’m exhausted after scrubbing a small batch of stained clothes. And I didn’t need to wring anything out by hand!

I said it before, but it bears saying again. Thank you, Lord, for my washer!

In my new release, Beau's Elegant Bride, Fancy Francy is learning to do laundry while she travels the Oregon Trail. She never expected to be matched with a farmer, Beau. The thought of returning to Chicago teases at her mind. 

“If I stay—”
“Then I love, honor, and protect you. And you’ll learn what you need to know.” He chuckled. “Especially if we settle near someone like Mrs. Crook. She’s already got you makin’ passably good biscuits.”
Francy tipped her head in thought. “That’s true. And she’s gonna show me how to do the laundry once we spend a few days at Fort Kearny.”
His arms unfolded. As if she were a beacon drawing him closer, 

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A cat, an accident, and a pile of mixed-up letters send a bride to a man she otherwise would never have met. Only time will tell if she and this new marriage can survive the match.
Francine 'Francy' Dinsmore loses the security she's always known with the death of her father. Life so far has treated Francy tenderly and expected very little from her.
Beau LeFevre abandons a hopeless future to venture west. The only thing he needs before he leaves is a wife. When the elegant woman arrives from the matchmaker, he marries her wondering all the while what made the matchmaker send this bride to him.
How can he make a marriage work with this spoiled woman? Life on the trail leads him to believe someone made a mistake!
Will this turn out to be a happy accident and a sound pairing with the only woman who can win his heart?

Laundry in the 1800's by E. AYERS

As I face my own dreaded pile of laundry, knowing it will take up a good portion of my evening and probably part of the next day, I thought of a fun bit of trivia to share. Okay, anything is better than shifting those piles from floor to washer followed by moving to the dryer. Then as soon as the buzzer sounds we must run immediately to hang or fold everything, because we all know it will wrinkle in a matter of seconds or so it seems. We face that detested chore as a time crunch. But what did people do in the west, or in most of America, during 1800's?

Laundry doesn't seem to clean itself. The laundry fairies have refused to come to my house since the day I married, and that happened to all those gals back in the 1800's who left the comfort of the east and moved west. They had to do their own laundry. And one of the first things they learned to do was keep whatever they were wearing as dry as possible. So before they tackled the wet, messy job, they reached between their feet to the back hem of the skirt. Grabbing the hem, they pulled it forward and up where they tucked it into their waistband..Then they might put their smock over it.  That's not going to show in the advertisements because it wasn't very proper. and parts of their legs or ankles might show.

Since laundry swells daily, it needs equipment to keep it from becoming out of hand and multiplying too quickly. In the 1800's, that meant a laundry bat, a washboard, a tub, water, a fire to heat the water, and a bar of soap. Clothes were shaken to remove any dirt that might fall away from them and then they were dropped into the hot water and rubbed with a bar of soap before being rubbed on the washboard, maybe with more soap. If you were lucky you might have another tub to rinse them.

So what's the laundry bat used for and what is it? It's a stick that is flattened on one end - think of a very short oar. It was used for plunging the dirty laundry around in the very hot water and lifting the item out without burning your hands. Think about those sheets and other large items. It was also handy if the clothes were washed in the river or a pond. They could put those filthy pants on a stone and beat them clean with the bat.

You washed the least dirty items and unmentionables first in the tub. And those unmentionables were never hung in "public." Often they were placed on a rope that was hung in the house. And you hoped that hubby never saw them because a man, even a husband, should never see such things if you were lady. You washed the dirtiest last, otherwise you'd be depositing more dirt on the clothes then you were removing.

Monday became washday. It was a leftover tradition from Europe that went back to Roman days where often the women got together on Monday in the town square and at least tried to chat or have fun while doing this all-day chore. And of course, it was source of pride to have clean laundry, and enviable if yours was whitest.

Laundry soap became readily available in flakes around the time of the Civil War. It was just soap that was flaked from a large block of soap and packaged in boxes. But it was the names on the soap and the pretty pictures that captured the attention of women. Blocks of soap still remained very popular through the 1950's. Wouldn't it be nice to use soap with names like Sunlight? Having a catchy name on laundry detergent is still important today. And much like today, there were additives that could be placed either in the soap or the water such as starch or bluing. Permanent press had not yet been invented so they had to iron everything, and starch made everything look crispy and nice when it was ironed. Bluing made the whites look whiter. Although going back a few hundred years, they added a yellow color to the laundry soap to give things a creamy look. Apparently that was more in vogue than white.

Even in the 1970's, I can remember adding starch to the rinse water of my husband's shirts. Then instead of drying them, I would roll them up and place them in the bottom of the refrigerator to be ironed the next day. Ugh! What a chore.

Eventually women were lucky enough to get a new fangled tool called a wringer. Oh what a treat! Now they could feed that laundry though the wringer and get most of the soapy water out before going into the rinse water and then the wringer could be placed on that tub and it would wring the water out so that items could easily be hung. Of course, you didn't want your fingers caught in that wringer, also called a mangle! Fingers might get broken or horrendously squashed. You had to pay attention. Maybe that was easier to avoid when it was hand cranked, but technology wasn't too far behind.

Actual washing machines began to crop up in the later 1800's. But the earliest ones were hand cranked and were still in use through most of the 1900's anyplace where electricity didn't exist. But those city folks who had electricity could also use a home-style washing machine that ran on electricity - that I do remember. And I remember that the clothes had to be fed through the rollers. A grandmother had one. I was fascinated with it because what we had at home was a white metal box. And I remember my mom complaining when we were lacking electricity because snow had taken the lines down, and if she had kept her old washer, we could still wash clothes. That meant the chore would have fallen on my dad - I think I know why he got rid of it.