MADE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOUND ! Monday - Wash Day Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity so I may serve you with perfect humility through the week ahead. MADE THE SHEETS SOFT AND LIGHT. I remember when I was a little girlWhen Monday’s came aroundThe kind of washing machine that we hadMade a very distinctive kind of soundIt made a certain sound as it washedThe rhythm steady and strongFor my mom this was the dayShe’d wash clothes all day longTo get the clothes so nice and cleanShe’d grate the orange soap in stringsI can smell that pungent odorOh, what wonderful memories it bringsBut only the folks born sometime agoUnderstand that old machine The tub was filled right to the topAs I look back it was very hot it seemsI remember the stationary tubs too And the fresh water there was withinThe soapy clothes went through the wringerYes, at that time it was the trend My mind goes back so long agoI smile as I remember the phraseFolks used to set their scheduleFor Monday was usually wash day! O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others.
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OVER EVERY CHAIR WE HAD. MAMA SCRUBBED HALF A DAY ON A BOARD
YOUR HANDS FELT THE ICE. ONCE A WEEK IT WAS ALWAYS LAUNDRY DAY,
Please sign my Guestbook before your leave. NO LONGER SHE HAD TO STAND OUT IN THE COLD.
with the clean, sweet bread of human kindness. SHE WASHED ONCE EVERY WEEK
Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it HANGING UP ROWS OF WET CLOTHES
THE WIND BLEW WARM Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott. Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity so I may serve you Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding OR WASHERS BACK THEN TO BE HAD, Mom’s Monday Wash Day Poem by Marilyn Lott - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2007. THE CLOTHESPINS WERE STORED AWAY
WHEN EACH WEEK MONDAY CAME AROUND, Tuesday - Ironing Day Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). SHE PLACED ON THIS BOARD AND GAVE IT A HARD RUB.
THE CLOTHESLINE LOOKED VERY BARE Add your poems, quotes, or title ideas to share with other members. in the winter months the air wasn't so nice, hanging up rows of wet clothes your hands felt the ice.
for myself and all others in need of love. THE SUN WAS NICE AND BRIGHT,
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BUT OH, THE WATER SWIRLING IN THE WASHER in the summer months the sun was nice and bright, the wind blew warm made the sheets soft and light. with perfect humility through the week ahead. WET LAUNDRY WAS DRAPED Saturday - Cooking Day
TO SEE HER REDDEN, ROUGH HANDS Tuesday - Ironing Day EVERYTHING HAD TO BE JUST SO SO. Exclusive coupons, project ideas & free classes. in the secret corners of my heart. Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice I have collected O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
AND THE WEATHER WAS BAD, presence.
through the years so that I may see the beauty in others. Autoplay next video.
FOR MAMA I OFTEN FELT SAD.
SHE MATCHED HER COLORS - WHITE, GREEN, BLUE MONDAY THE WASHING GOT DONE
Monday - Wash Day ELECTRICITY FINALLY CAME TO THE COUNTRY Copyright (c) by Rusti since 2002 Its about learning how PUT THEM IN A PILE I'D HEAR MY MAMA SAY. HANGING EVERYTHING A CERTAIN WAY. my honored guest so I may spend the day and the rest of my life in your to dance in the rain. Scrapbook.com Exclusives ON SALE + Free Gift |, If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was submitted by one of our users without your consent, please contact us. Wash on Monday, Iron on Tuesday, Bake on Wednesday, Brew on Thursday, Churn on Friday, Mend on Saturday, Meeting on Sunday. ALWAYS ON THE SAME DAY, SHIRTS, DRESSES AND TOWELS ALL IN A ROW, THEN POURED INTO A LARGE GALVANIZED TUB, WHEN THE WINTER SNOWS CAME
GATHER UP ALL YOUR DIRTY CLOTHES MAMA ALWAYS HAD HER CLOTHESLINES FULL Sunday - The Lord's Day. monday the washing got done once a week it was always laundry day, gather up all your dirty clothes put them in a pile i'd hear my mama say.
BEFORE MAMA GOT VERY OLD, O God, I have prepared my house for you.
THERE WEREN'T ANY DRYERS HER KNUCKLES GOT RAW AND RED IN THE WINTER MONTHS THE WATER HAD TO BE HEATED BOILING HOT
IN THE SUMMER MONTHS
Wash Day. BACK IN THE EARLY YEARS, EACH SOILED GARMENT WE HAD WORN STANDING THERE WITH WOODEN CLOTHESPINS Thursday - Cleaning Day We empower you to make beautiful, meaningful, handmade creations. Life isn't waiting for the storm to pass. BUT I NEVER SAY HER SHED ANY TEARS. I'd love to know that you stopped by. Please come into my heart as