For this I thank her.
I think of her every day of my life as I dry between my toes.
Towelling between the toes must have been meant to take a certain calculated amount of time, as she always knew when you had rushed the job. Back you had to come and start again.
She was master of ceremonies to four little girls sitting in a row in the big bath in Bon Accord bathroom.
During the whole performance, sometimes a circus! From faces, to ears, to bottoms there were no short cuts allowed.
Each time when I would try to make my dripping exit, I was firmly told that I hadn’t finished; or she wasn’t finished with me.
Out in the kitchen, the Golden Girl was clattering the pots and pans into a meal which was always fit for a king (but it had to feed many mouths when two families were holidaying together).
For me that was the climax of the evening, I was always starving!
It was the appetizing aroma of boiled potatoes, carrots and Irish stew that drew me from that water annoying Auntie Violet. Her attractive face would redden and pucker with anger.
“Now, Betty, you’re a bold little girl!”
We were all pink and squeeky clean at the finale!
Then she stayed in charge, so that we weren’t allowed to run around the house or get our selves hot and bothered after ‘the bath’. Rather play a quick game of tiddlywinks on the carpet in the lounge as we waited for dinner, where she could see us all at a glance as she laid the tables.
We were really lucky little girls, we had each other, a big sister and two baby brothers as well; all together for three wonderful weeks each year; if the finances held good. Sometimes there was a two year gap before we visited them in Rhodesia, or before they could make another trip to South Africa.
A family bound by blood, heritage and love. (not in that order!)
This may be the trivia bit; a very understanding Uncle Bob also knew of the importance of bath time to my lovely Auntie Violet, herself, so he waited. The length of him streched out on the couch, overhanging with his six foot some inches, he waited.
It was her time in the bathroom, far from the madding crowd.
A time for indulgence! and to dry between the toes.
Entry for Jennys Alphabe Thursday– letter T