Memories of Doing The Dishes

I started doing the dishes when I was really little. I know this because I remember having to stand on a kitchen chair to reach the sink. My mother hated all forms of house work, (she still does) so my sister and I were given chores as soon as she could get us to hold an iron or wash a dish.
I hated ironing. I had a stool I sat on and I remember burning myself more times than I care to remember.

But I loved doing the dishes because it was the time that my sister and I were together. Melodie would tell me stories, and we would tell each other jokes, and quite often we would sing songs. Especially songs you could sing in a round. I loved those. This one was my favorite:
WHITE CORAL BELLS
White coral bells
Upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley
Deck my garden walk
Oh, don’t you wish
That you could
hear them ring.
That will happen only
when the fairies sing.

In the morning I’m off to see my big sister for a few days. I’m looking forward to it. We just don’t get together as often as we should. I think my New Years Resolution in 2006 is to see her more often.