"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
All through my life, Mama often hung our clothes out on the line. I loved the billowing garments, especially the big things like sheets! I liked to play among them, grab them, smell them. Of course Mama would get on to me and tell me to leave them alone, as she didn't want dirty little kid stuff all over her nice clean laundry.
I also loved it when Mama brought the clean, fresh linen in the house and put it on the beds. When she'd stand on one side of the bed and pop that top sheet so that it floated down evenly across the mattress, it seemed like magic. Occasionally, if I were fairly clean, I could convince her to let it billow down over me a time or too before she actually put it on the bed. I indulged my own children in this same manner.
While we were attending church at First Baptist, I was finally old enough I started to actually listen and understand some of what was said and sung. I remember Mama standing, hymnal open in her hands, singing with a smile on her face, what I thought was "We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheets." I couldn't comprehend. Why was Mama smiling and singing about something I know she viewed as only a chore that had to be done. She was never that happy bringing in the laundry! Finally a little time and some more learning, and I understood the word they were singing was "sheaves" and not sheets. A few more years and I understood the sheaves were symbolic, not actual.
Were clotheslines a part of your childhood? Ever misunderstand something the grownups were doing? Ever have a sheet billow down over you like a cloud?
Thanks for sharing!