She stood at the press on her feet all day pushing that foot pedal to bring the press top down and then there was the puff of steam applied and the top went up, she'd straighten the item to the next position and do it all over again. When the dress or suit or whatever met her inspection she'd hang it on a hanger, bag it and go to the next one. It was such hot, hard work. But, when she got home she'd cook, and clean and wash up the dishes and put us to bed. She'd get up with us when we were sick, lie worrying about us when things didn't go right. In the summertime she'd garden and can all the veggies so we'd have something to eat come winter. In her day it was more unusual to see a woman working at a job. There were a lot of moms who kept 'the home fires burning'.
I am grateful I never had to work outside the home, although I did have a job or two that I chose to do for a period of time. I never had a 'work week'. I was a stay at home wife and mom and for that I can thank my sweet husband.
I wasn't real keen on some of the housework, like cleaning toilets, or scrubbing floors
They are all grown now, have grown children of their own. And, that brings me right back to that phrase, 'Work Week'. Women are just about forced to work these days so they have 'work weeks' plus 'housekeeping chores' plus raising families and doing a kzillion other things. My hat is off to the women!! Cheers, cheers, Hip, Hip, Hurrah.
It's 7 days til my trip to Nebraska