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A thick, fluffy cloud I remember,
a bank of down--temptation too strong,
unexcelled luxury tempting me, calling me--
Pleasant experiences to my memory belong.
No one could make the bed like Aunt Mary.
She was very fussy about how it was done--
not just a chore, but artistic achievement;
the finished product was second to none.
First the bedclothes were all removed,
the bed was thoroughly aired;
it was shaken, turned over and shaken again,
not one little bit was spared.
Shaken until it was fluffy and light,
like meringue on one of her pies,
she pounded, punched, patted and smoothed,
maneuvered each feather 'til t'was right in her eyes.
Then very carefully over the mound
the sheets and the quilt were spread;
the bed was tucked in all around
and pillow piled up 'gainst the head.
The pretty pink spread left it looking
like a giant frosty cream puff.
The unpardonable sin was to sit on the bed
or to dent that flawless fluff.
I'd look with admiration
at her finished masterpiece
and wish I could bounce in its billowy depth
and sink in that perfect fleece.
Aunt Mary's been gone now for many years--
the feather bed?...Who knows where?
It's likely the feathers into pillows were made
as my memories into stories to share.
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Grandma Jelinek's Great-Granddaughter Barbara Jean Dennis
specifically drew the above picture
for Grandma Sanders' Purple Patches chapbook
WHAT a marvelous entry!!! I SO remember for years how Barbara would sing so loudly the praises of Grandma Rose's Feather Bed!! She would FLOP it onto the floor and all of us would jump so happily into it. Thank you so much for putting these wonderful drawings and pictures up for us to all Love today!!! What a blessing it was for me! LOVE YOU my Auntie Betty!!! Marilyn :-)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it fun to remember fun remembrances.
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ReplyDeleteHappy you found me - great to read your work so many years later. Funny how we started paying on Blogit and I was so scared to use my real name, funny looking back!
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