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June 20, 2013

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B. - Yes it is mamaws sprinkler! I really don't know how I ended up with it-but I'm so glad I did : )


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I hope my grandchildren have as sweet a memories of this old Mamaw! My memories of my own Mamaw are of playing on the floor under her quilt frame and eventually learning the art from her. She introduced me to the habit of hot tea and southern tea cakes.

I remember those old sprinklers... And I remember a lot about my Mamaw. I could write a book on how much she meant to me. Mamaw was born in 1900, and could tell of the hard times she had seen,, she lived next to us when I was growing up, and was like a 2nd mother to me. She died at the age of 84. She had just a week or so got a clean bill of health from her doctor, and then the Lord called her home, goes to show who's in charge. I still think about her a lot..

I loved sprinkling clothes before I ironed them.

Tipper, your posts bring back so many memories. But I can't remember my grandmas, not one, because I never knew them. I do remember using the sprinkler on blue jeans for my four brothers. My job was ironing on Saturday and I hated those jeans, but I struggled until I had done them all. Then Mother ironed the shirts because my teen aged brothers were particular about how they looked when they took their girls out on a date.
Thanks again for the memories.

I know what you're talking about. I think our Mom used an old Vernor's ginger ale bottle for sprinkling. I remember when she heard sprinkling clothes and putting them into the fridge a day ahead of ironing day made ironing go easier. I don't know if it made ironing easier, but I do remember her doing that.

Does anyone remember the old ironing machines called "mangles" that was used to iron flat items like sheets and tablecloths? I remember Mom having one of those in the city when I was little, but not once we moved to the country. Those manglers were dangerous things. The were like human sized pasta machines that had a scalding hot presser above a turning roller which you ran your flat items between to get them ironed crisp and wrinkle-free. Now, they did that well, but they were also good at catching little hands and fingers, and hurting them something awful.

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God bless.

RB
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I not only have fond memories of grandparents, I also remember my mother's grandmother and my dad's step grandmother. I trapped rabbits and shot rabbits and squirls for my step great grandmother. I remember helping mom's grandmother sweep her yard. She said it was to keep the snakes away. If they had no place to hide they wouldn't come in the yard.

That's a lovely tribute to your Mamaw! Our grandmothers teach us so much when we're little, and when we get older we begin to understand the real lessons, like finding a way to be happy no matter what life dishes out. Now that I'm a grandmama myself, I take it as a sacred trust, and a living tribute to all I learned from my own loving grandmas!

I remember my Mama and aunts using these sprinklers. I was a child and wanted to sprinkle the clothes too, but after getting them too wet in spots, they usually encouraged me to run along! Don't know if they made the tops or got them at the store.Know they were thrilled when the steam irons came out.

Mom had one, it was a 7-Up bottle,I believe, as Coke bottles weren't as big as the one she used. In later years, when we went shopping for new school clothes (the ones she didn't make for us) she told us boys to watch for the word "Sanforized" on the tags so she would not have to iron them.

Mama's mother, my grandmama, came from South Carolina to live in Lincoln County. She was such a lady. Her favorite psalm held the line, I lift up my eyes unto the hills... I know she greatly missed her family. I wonder if she looked toward the Blue Ridge seeking help in her daily life. She raised four children during the Depression. My favorite memory of her involves a sink on her back porch. An enamel bowl rested to one side of the sink while a bar of Ivory soap waited nearby. I see her apron clad body standing at the sink while she soaped her hands. Then cupping her palms together she would blow gently through the gap. Enchanted, we watched bubbles float in the air. Sometimes I reached out to pop one just to hear her laugh.

Tipper,
Don't we all wish we could have
spent more time with our grandma's?
I think both my grandmas died about
the time I became a teenager. They
had many grandchildren so by the
time I came along, I was mostly
just another rug rat in the way.
The grandma on my mama's side was
soft and kind and cared what I'd
have to say, even if I didn't make
much sense. Both of them smelled
like Garrett or Bruton snuff, but
how I'd like to have their counsel
in today's world. I'm just fortunate to have that love pass
through my life with those
wonderful memories...Ken

I can remember my Mother using a Pepsi bottle with a sprinkler on top to dampen clothes before ironing. In the winter months the clothes would be so stiff they could stand by themselves.

Hi Tipper,
Not too many people can understand sprinkling clothes. As I would help Mom, I considered the steps crazy. Clean, freshly washed, clothing was put in a pan of starch that we had made of Faultless starch, rung out and put on the line to dry. When dry, they would be sprinkled and rolled into a ball, ready for ironing. There were 5 kids so sometimes the ironing wasn't finished, so the sprinkled shirts etc were wrapped in a cloth and put in the freezer to keep them from mildew. Later, they were pulled out and ironed. So it was wash, starch, dry , wet(sprinkle),and iron dry again. I started ironing at about age 8 and I hated it. Modern people wouldn't go to so much trouble, but we always had nicely starched clothing to wear even if it wasn't fine. I wish I had Mom's sprinkling bottle. Thanks for the memory!

I remember using one of sprinklers. It was placed in a soda bottle of water. Todays irons do it all these days!

Ahhhhh - sweet memories. My Mamaw let me sprinkle, too.

Tipper: I loved all your tender recollections about your dear grandmother. My mother's mother was 'that kind of lady' - so kind and loving to every grandchild. I got to spend ONE SUMMER with Grandma when she was failing and felt so grown up - that I was able to be with her and Grandpa - all by myself! That was rare to 'be by myself' with FIVE BROTHERS AND FIVE SISTERS. You can well imagine.

Eva Nell

The simple memories are the most special. I was six years old when my Mamaw died. All I can remember about her is how she laughed and giggled at everything I said and did.

Memories of the generations before us are precious, even if they are mixed. They tell us something about how we came to be the way we are. One great-grandfather ("Granddad") was a very stern man - I don't ever remember him smiling - but I do remember sitting on his lap (actually moving between his and my great-grandmother's lap) to count dominoes for them. My great-grandmother ("Granny") leaves me with the warmest memories - from threading needles for her quilting to folding rag strips for her to crochet into rugs to her 92 year old self crawling under the house to get a ball for me because that 10 year old (who became a science teacher) was terrified of spiders.

So many more memories flooding back. I won't bore y'all with them but must take time today to add them to my memory notes.

My grandchildren should send you thank you notes for all the memories your blog has stimulated.

Thanks!

Tipper,
I loved this post! Isn't it funny how such a simple thing can bring back the fondest memories.
I suppose the picture is your Grandmothers sprinkler?
My Mothers is here with some of her aluminum things. I don't suppose most little girls will ever remember sprinkling clothes.
That was my job, sprinkling, rolling up, putting in the basket for Mom to iron. It wasn't long before I learned to iron without getting burned too...LOL
Thanks Tipper for the memories!

My mom used one of those sprinklers whenever she ironed. I always thought it was cool and when I had to do the dishes, I tried to see how long it would take for all the water to drip out of the bottle. I had to shake the bottle to get the water out. When I got caught playing, I was told to get finished with the dishes.

OMG, as soon as I saw your photo of that sprinkler my mind drifted back to my grandma. She had the same kind. I remembered I got to sprinkle the clothes for her. WOW, that takes me back. She died in 1963 but I remember it like it was yesterday.
Thanks for helping me recall that memory.

I have very fond memories of my grandmother, we called her Grannie. Grannie was my father's mother. My mother's mother was gone before I was born.
I was a very picky eater as a child and Grannie knew just what I'd eat and what I wouldn't. She always made sure there was mashed potatoes and spinach on the table when I came to visit and homogenized milk and margarine, cause I wouldn't eat the raw stuff.
It is so nice to have those beautiful memories. Wonder what Chitter and Chatter will remember about me!

Tipper--Your family tale and evocation of the sprinkler, complete with a photo, brought back powerful, poignant memories to me.

Momma had a sprinkler that could have been a twin of the one you describe and depict--right down to the greenish Coke bottle. In my mind's eye I can see her at the ironing board in the kitchen, patiently pressing shirts or pants while she kept a watchful eye on dinner (that was the mid-day meal, and normally our biggest meal in the summertime) cooking on the stove.

Good stuff.

Jim Casada
P. S. A tip of the hat to you for the little piece a couple of days back on watermelon. It served as a catalyst for my next monthly newsletter (the July one) in that it offered openings to all sorts of other watermelon lore such as old-time varieties (Georgia Rattlesnake, Cannonball), watermelon rind pickles, a homemade knife (from a bandsaw blade) Grandpa Joe used to cut them, tales of watermelon vines growing out of one's ear or obviously pregnant women having swallowed a watermelon seed, the indescribably wonderful sound of a really ripe melon splitting when first encountering a knife, plugging melons, and more. Thanks for setting my mind a-wandering.

I don't remember Mommy using a sprinkler at all. She had a bowl of water in which she would dip her fingers and flick it onto her ironing.

I remember my mother using a sprinkler for ironing. a co-cola bottle with a cork bottomed sprinkler top. I wonder if they make those anymore. My mother quit ironing when I was in grade school and permanent press came out.

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