The wood stove was stoked, already red hot. Anna had filled the kettle with water. The steam indicated it was time to pour the water over the coffee she had ground at sunrise. She looked forward to sitting down for a few minutes, savoring the richness of the brew.
The old iron was heating, nearly ready to attack the sprinkled laundry waiting to be pressed to attention.
Later, she would use the ladle to stir her apple butter. The aromas of coffee, freshly ironed shirts, and apple butter would lull her to sleep later, a day well-lived.
Dear Linda,
I enjoyed this well-described scene. I could almost feel the steam on my face and smell the apple butter. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. It was very real to me. Could have been my grandmother’s kitchen in Colorado back in the early 1950’s. Wood stove and all 🙂
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I could picture the scene. Wonderfully descriptive Linda.
Rosey invited me to lunch!
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Thanks Keith. Nothing fancy this week. Just reminded so much of my grandmother’s kitchen.
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Loved your description ❤️
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Thanks, Lekha.
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A well described scene, I could feel the amount of hard work she was having to get through!
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Thank you, Iain. It was very hard work, but I think there was also great satisfaction in it.
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Well told! I suddenly feel very lazy just sitting here working my mouse. 😉
I’m seriously humbled when I think of the amount of work those ladies got through, and still had time in the evenings for the intricate handwork they produced!
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I know what you mean. And thanks.
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A lovely description about hard but lovely days, how things change
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Indeed they do. There was a great sense of nostalgia for me in the prompt.
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Beautifully described, Linda. I felt I could have been there.
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Thanks, Sandra. That’s a wonderful compliment.
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Ah, what a satisfying description! It brought up the days when I’d be sitting in the kitchen, spritzing water on the to-be-ironed laundry through a plastic bottle that had hold drilled in its cap, and rolled the items to wait the ironing that followed. There would usually be something mixed on the stove by my mom or one of my siblings. Domestic tasks that had their own reward.
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I remember the coke bottle with a cork and a plastic head perforated with little holes that my mom used for sprinkling. Good memories.
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🙂 Ours wasn’t a coke bottle but an old powder bottle … with some of the holes slightly enlarged. Though if we needed something else to sprinkle, we’d use a heated needle or nail (depending on the size of the holes we needed) to make holes in a soda bottle cap.
🙂
Being resourceful was part of every day. Not everything was good memories, but those are.
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Charming scene, delightfully portrayed
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Thank you 🙂
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Simple pleasures are best. You’ve captured such a day with your story ❤
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Thank you, Jade. Exactly what I wanted 🙂
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I could smell the coffee and the apple butter. A beautifully described scene, Linda!
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Thank you 🙂
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A productive and satisfying day.
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Yes, I think so. thanks, draliman.
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Lovely aromas, LInda. We don’t use the sense of smell enough in writing
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You’re right. And it’s one of the most primary senses we have, stored forever in the amygdala. There are smells you recognize immediately, even if a lot of time has passed.
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I love your description of a woman who has organised her tasks to perfection, and who truly savours her life.
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Oh, I’m glad that came through. This woman was based on my grandmother, and she loved keeping her house all her life.
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Sounds like a comfortable life of hard work and just rewards.
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Indeed it was. Thanks for your comment.
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sometimes we long for such simple pleasures. 🙂
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Yes. We got a new-to-us car the other day. Yesterday I set up my cell phone to sync with the car. And I thought, “We never needed all these bells and whistles back in the day. It was easier then.”
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Lovely, Linda.
Our two stories could have been entwined 🙂
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Okay, now I have to go read yours ‘RIGHT NOW! I usually start at the top and work my way down, but I’m late this week and haven’t read any at all. Going to yours first 🙂
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I usually do, to 😉
I was way behind last week and the week before and did not manage to read them all…
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Aroma of fresh ground coffee is certainly waking me up. I am ready to iron my clothes.
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🙂 I didn’t intend my story to be motivational, but hey, if it gets your clothes ironed, that’s all good, right?
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Beautiful vision of days gone by – well done!
https://authorshutterbug.wordpress.com/2019/06/13/fridayfictioneers-the-fortuneteller/
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Thanks. I was picturing my Colorado grandmother as I wrote 🙂
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You took me right there in the kitchen, with the smells and feelings. Thank you. (but I won’t do the ironing)
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I think most of us don’t do much ironing today. But their fabrics were not wrinkle-proof. My mother-in-law used to iron bed sheets! Glad I don’t feel compelled to do that 🙂
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Those are the smells many remembered as home. Now it’s often fast food grabbed on the way home from work. A good and well-written story, Linda. 🙂 — Suzanne
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You are, sadly, correct. We still cook almost every day, and have never done much take-out even when I was working full time and had four kids and Terry to feed. Times have changed!
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The aple butter sound nice – must try some. A lovely story of domestic life that is not a chore.
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There is nothing more delicious than homemade apple butter on fresh homemade bread with a layer of real butter underneath. Yum 🙂
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Wonderfully descriptive. I’ve love to try apple butter… sounds delicious!
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It is–especially homemade 🙂
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What a beautiful scene. And she has structure in her life, which is so important.
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Yes it is. I think some of us have more free time than we know what to do with 🙂
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A lovely sensory scene!
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Thanks 🙂
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Ahh.. The simple things. I’ve never felt a day was well-lived unless I spent time writing.
My mom used to make apple butter. I haven’t had that, or thought about it, in years. Now, I want some.
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Beautifully described scene.
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Thank you 🙂
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I love how you focused on the scents… every little thing has its use in a simple life.
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Thanks, Bjorn.
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Sounds idyllic. I wonder if it really was. Your story builds a world full of contentment and satisfaction – a wonderful dream.
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I think, because they didn’t have all the fancy equipment we know now, that if the relationship was good, the work was less of a chore. It’s hard for us to put ourselves back in that time. Everything has changed so much in the last 120+ years, and largely because of the availability of electricity. Housework today is easy in comparison.
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Wonderfully evoke period feel. Love the sound of apple butter! Great take on the prompt
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A day well lived indeed, sounds very cathartic
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A clear picture of the lady of the house.
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