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| The Last Laundry Day of the Summer September 22, 2001 |
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| Even though we have 24 hour summer days, it goes quickly. The last day that I was able to hang out my clothes to dry in the breeze was on September 22, a Saturday. It became too cold for clothes to hang out after that. These are t-shirts from two of the Wendat Nations. The one on the left is from Wendake and the one on the right is from Anderdon. |
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| Summer Sunset over the Kotzebue Sound on this same day. Click the picture if you would like to see it enlarged. |
| Laundry day has a special meaning for me. It reminds of the days when I ran through the overgrown yard at my grandmothers house where we lived in the back hills of Oklahoma. She used a scrub board to wash the clothes and I could smell the soap in the air. After drying on the line outside, I especially like the clean sunshine smell and the rough feeling of the clothes. The towels are the best. Getting out of the bathtub and vigoriously brushing my flesh with those rough towels take me back to the years when my life had little responsibility and was full of laughter with the Grandparents, Uncles, Aunts, brothers and my mom. |
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This is a picture of our shadows on the last Summer Laundry Day. We stood near the clothesline and looked down. Our shadows so dark on the golden yellow grass. Soon that same golden grass will be covered with cold, blue-white snow of the Arctic Blanket. |
| Go back to the front page and scroll to the bottom, if you would like to see it about 6 weeks later when it is frozen |
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