Word Count 500+
Adventures in the Snow White
“Since we lived in the country at the top of a steep hill, I immediately began to worry about getting to the hospital in time to deliver my fifth baby due in January. When the first snowflakes began to fall, the frequency and intensity of my worry sessions increased dramatically. Confessing these concerns to a friend who was also our rural highway commissioner, I heard the most comforting words he could have chosen:
“Don’t worry about the weather,” he said smiling. “I’ll take you to the hospital in the town snowplow”. There are advantages in living in the country.
It was a clear night and 20 below zero when it was time to go. I thought my husband was calm and collected, driving me at a leisurely pace. Little did I know that he had his foot to the floor.
The delivery was successful, the allotted number of rest days passed and we were on our way home, still at minus 20 degrees.
Trying to be nonchalant, the father finally confided, “Oh by the way, the drain is frozen and you won’t be able to wash any clothes.”
“Hmmm, laundry.”, I murmured to myself. “Seven people’s clothes including a newborn. This will be interesting”.
Five days went by and the laundry mountain was impressive. Even the bedroom hamper fell forward on its face from overload.
“Please don’t go to the laundromat until the baby is asleep”, asked the nervous father.
So, at 9:45pm and still at 20 below, I filled the station wagon until it was bulging and drove 5 miles to the Snow White Laundry which I had all to myself, a rather rickety 150 year old commercial building refitted for the local laundry and boasting fifteen washing machines. After many trips, I had all the clothes loaded into every machine in the place. I then efficiently went around and fed each a quarter. I circled once more pushing the start button on them all .Feeling rather smug, I sat down for a few minutes of peace. I soon settled into the story, only vaguely aware of the machines changing gears as the wash cycle finished. With a sudden shock of insight, I realized that all those washers would also spin at the same time. Oh No! Not once, but twice. The washers slowly took off until they were at full roar, like the 747 hurtling down the runway to achieve air speed, walls and floor shaking and me wondering if the washers would all end up in the cellar.”
Let’s see…What would be an excuse that would be acceptable?”, I thought in panic. Those were the longest spin cycles I ever endured.
After a half dozen trips to the station wagon, I had all the clean clothes loaded in and it was time to head for home—or try to head for home.
“Something’s wrong with the car,” I said to myself through gritted teeth. You guessed it..a flat tire. Fortunately, in that day before cell phones, there was a telephone booth on the corner to call home. With the eldest daughter in charge of the baby, the father came to save me. While I waited, I watched the drunks gradually exiting the bar just across the street who were were friendly, issued invitations, and made suggestions. The tire was changed and the parents wound their weary way home.
And what do you know… The drain thawed the next day. “YES!”