Monday, November 14, 2016


When I was young wrinkles was the enemy. We lived in an old farm house without electricity, but those wrinkles had to go. Wash day was a living nightmare, but I won't get into that now. The next day was Ironing day. It was wrinkle removable day and it was an all day affair. What would people think if you showed up at church or anywhere with a wrinkle in your garment. The good people in China started this obsession. Without electricity you had to heat the iron on your cooking range. There would be four or five irons heating on the stove top. One detachable handle would be attached to an iron and the garment would have the creases pressed out and when the iron cooled it would be returned to the stove and another iron would be attached to the handle and the beat goes on. Don't forget to add a little more wood to the fire. It doesn't matter if it's a 100 degrees already because those wrinkles have to go.
When Sunday came you could put on your wrinkle free garment and strut off to church. Your soul may have had a wrinkle or two, but not your garment.
I wish I could iron my face.