As I start a new week, my mind shifts to the olden days. Now that I’m considered an antique, I think about those days a lot. Maybe you remember seeing a sampler like the one pictured above. I don’t know how they fit cross-stitching into their week, but of course, there were always those intermittent moments when you had nothing to do but sew. Those days are gone too, unless you’re a costumer, or you enjoy doing needle work. The days of the week were categorized into chores which you would likely do on that day. For example: Monday was laundry day. I imagine an accumulation of seven days of laundry would take a whole day to do. Now that we have modern conveniences to help us through this chore, we can wash almost every day. Of course, they probably wore the same clothes for most of the week, so they had to be quite dirty.
Each day there was some task required of you.
- Monday – laundry. (Now we do laundry daily because it’s so easy.)
- Tuesday – Ironing, (do people even do that anymore?)
- Wednesday – Mending – (do we even know what that means?)
- Thursday – Market. (Today we shop when we need something and can even do it online.)
- Friday – Clean. (This wasn‘t just tidying up, but deep cleaning)
- Saturday – Bake. (This included baking for church fellowship on Sunday along with the five loaves of bread necessary for the next day.)
- Sunday – Church. (Everyone knew that Sunday was designated for refreshing the soul and taking a break from your chores.)
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could go back to the simplicity of the last century? As progress progresses, and us old-timers feel like we’re left in the dust, it makes me wonder if those days can ever be recaptured. Or would we even want them to be? When I was just a little girl, learning my ABCs, all of these traditions were part of our learning process. We had dish towels embroidered with the days of the week. There was even underwear with those same days stitched into them. What would happen if you wore the wrong day or used the wrong towel? Chaos would probably not ensue, but it could create some interesting conversation.
God sets a new week before us on Sunday. He already has planned your week. He knows the problems you will encounter and has a solution to help you work through it. He gives you a brain to help you organize the week and the time spent doing various things. I wonder what He would have to say about progress. We can move forward with confidence that we can accomplish the things we set out to do. We can look back at the things left unfinished the previous week and figure out how to work those into our schedule for this week. When we place Him first, our weekly chores won’t seem impossible. In fact with Him, all things are possible.
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I was just talking about this yesterday especially if you lived in a small town or farm. Now that I somewhat retired, I still love a schedule. In fact, when Iwas little, I loved when Mom was a stay at home and watched her soap operas. I now am back to watching General Hospital on TV at the same time… not taped.
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I used to do my ironing while I watched Days of our Lives. The rest of my chores were done during commercials. I love a schedule too. I find it difficult to remember what day it is now that I don’t have one.
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That is right….my Mom would iron. I stayed home with my kids a few years in the 1990’s. Again…a schedule.
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We still have our routine:
Monday: I go to the gym first thing. The wife does the laundry.
Tuesday: I do the grocery shopping. And attend a small group viz Zoom that I have attended since 2010. The wife putts around the house.
Wednesday: Back to the Gym. Wednesday evening, I go to church for a small group there. The wife putts around the house.
Thursday is usually open for chores around the house or doctor appointments which are much too frequent. Actually, they can sometimes be scheduled 3 days out of 5.
Friday: Back to the gym and blog writing and scheduling. The wife goes to her small group at church, and then a bunch of the ladies play Canasta all afternoon.
Saturday: We try not to schedule much that day to make up for what we didn’t get done earlier and college football in the fall. Go Blue.
Sunday: Church. Twice a month, we serve @ the 1100 service. I am a Greeter, and she gets down on the floor in the Nursery (we have a fertile congregation) and plays with the babies. She also bakes a breakfast casserole to take the Worhship team between sets. In the afternoon, it’s the NFL for me and reading for her.
Momma is also the caretaker for our dog. She spoils him rotten.
You notice there is no ironing on that list.
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I don’t iron anymore either. I had an aunt that ironed socks, underwear and handkerchiefs . You and your wife sound very organized. Me, not so much anymore.
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My wife tells me she used to have to iron her dad’s boxer shorts when she was a teen.
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Lol
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I don’t know. If I had to give up my car, it would be no problem getting to the grocery store, but walking that mile straight up a steep hill with groceries would be tough. I might have to develop a muscle or two.
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