Since Mother always worked at the drugstore when I was a child, she didn't have a lot of extra time, and everything had to be ironed, no permanent press in the fifties, so she had an "ironing lady." Her name was Mabel Thompson, and she fell on hard times, living with her brother, the road comissioner, Big Bob Thompson, ironing for people for a living.
Mabel charged by the bushel basket, and Mother would take a basket full of cotton clothes, and the wire hangers to her house weekly. She would drive up, I would get out and run the clothes to her door, and when we picked them up, Mother would go in to pay.
And the charge for ironing this bushel basket full of clothes? Seventy-five cents. Can you believe that, seventy-five cents. For all that work. Amazing, huh???
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