The Kitchen Sink


Tiny little hands
Dishtowel in hand
Smiling up at mommy
“I’m big” in harmony.


Then TV and teenage came,
It was never again the same,
Mom alone watching seasons,
To ponder life’s mysterious reasons.


Through the looking glass
She prays, thanks God for her days,
Smiles remembering last night,
Making up from a married fight.


Many springs of early chartreuse green,
Watching waving clothes in a gentle breeze,
Children in a sandpile playing,
Sometimes a storm starts the elms swaying.


Hands in hot suds, Dawn or Ivory,
Committing some line for future memory,
From deep green, to orange, and lovely snow,
A kitchen window trumps a TV show.



By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)

 




 

Kitchen Sink


Oh we were high on the hog we finally had water in the house; albeit only a single small pipe from the spring up the draw with a spigot. The drain of course was just a pipe down through the floor and down into the yard. Heck we did not indoor plumbing so there was no sewer system, but we did have fresh ice cold water at the sink.

It was not as we see today a white porcelain or stainless one; no it was just a big old single used to be white porcelain that Dude got from a place he was working. So that was the center of things, momma washing veggies, the dishes and of course we five boys and poppa washing up there in the morning and before meals. Our big old wood/coal cook/heating range had a water tank so as long as it was kept full we had hot water; well along with that big old brass tea kettle with seven patches on it that supposedly came with some great-great-great . . . from the old country and had been ceremoniously handed down. One problem was it had been patched with solder and when the stove got really hot it would melt the solder and ooops another leak.

So momma had plenty of nice clean cool water for cooking, washing and other things there and no one had to walk up the draw to the spring to get two of those two and a half gallon buckets of water. But mom was not all together off the hook because since we had no electricity and living where we did the ice man did not cometh; everything was cooled and kept in the spring box.

And so it was until Freddie who was the oldest came back from the Navy, dad had passed on and I was on my own that we wired the house, installed plumbing and an indoor john and I bought mom a fridge that it was close to the modern era.

As was normal for that part of the country the front of the house faced down the hill toward the road while the back faced the hills and mountains, ours of course the Blue Ridge. The sink was just there against the wall with stuff hung on it but Jim came home and he was standing there when his wife who was quite outspoken snarled, “Dang your momma don’t have no window to look out of!” Well Jim installed a large window and oriel which gave momma plenty of room to put plants in the window and to see up the mountain. Well that was after Jim installed the big window and all momma could see was the underside of the back porch roof. So he just raised the back porch slant and then closed it in with glass along the back wall.

Momma said after that she really enjoyed washing dishes and enjoying the view of the mountain and the blue sky.

Well as I said it was just how I remembered our first kitchen sink.


By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)

 




 

The Kitchen Sink


My parents owned a log cabin high in the mountains. When we spent time there, we used a small pitted sink. We had to put a wash pan in the sink, and heat water on the wood stove. The only tap water was icy cold. So after, going out, chopping wood, and starting the stove, it was quite a while before the water was hot enough to pour into the wash pan. Then it would be almost too hot to put our hands into. When dishes were washed, they were put on a cotton dish towel which lay on a slanted wood board. There was barely enough room for two people to stand there, but still we had to do it. One washing and rinsing, and putting the wet dishes on the towel. Another drying and putting them away to make room for more. After the dishes were done, we would carry that heavy dish pan outside to dump under a Live Oak tree. You couldn't pour it down the little drain. That would have plugged it up. Then we would rinse out the pan under icy cold water from an outside faucet, hang it on a nail on the little porch, until next time we needed it.


By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)

 

 

The Kitchen Sink


With hands in kitchen sink
I can see grandchildren play
running and laughiing in the garden
On a lovely sunny day


With hands in kitchen sink
I see hubby relaxing
he has been working hard
but now I hear him snoring


With hands in kitchen sink
I see the trees are swaying
Flowers blowing in the breeze
while some petals are dropping


With hands in kitchen sink
I see pure white snow
A snowman wearing my old scarf
He looks just like a dwarf


With hands in kitchen sink
I see different birds each day
Eating peanuts, and fat balls
Whatever comes my way


With hands in kitchen sink
I can see the children's old swing
I have so much to be grateful for
For I see what the different weather brings



By Doreen (traveller94@hotmail.com)

 

 

The Kitchen Sink


The kitchen sink is a place to daydream
It is good if there's a view
But it is not prerequisite
Washing hands, rinsings cups
Sorting out the downs and ups
The days fly by it is good to pause
Take a breath, rest your brain
Then quicker than the chickadee
That flits upon a barren branch
Just long enough to get her bearings
Your mind flies off again.



By Mercedes (mercedes1948@gmail.com)

 

 

The Kitchen Sink


When people say "Every thing but the kitchen sink" They must've seen mine.


By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)

 



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