Living in a trailer with no bathroom...posed quite a problem...Trailers back in the fifties had NO bathrooms and any place you lived you had to go to the 'WASH HOUSE"...!! A large cement block building with a couple of doors. One of the doors led into the room that had washers and stationary tubs for bathing large things...I think there were a few dryers...but I don't remember. People usually hung their clothes outside on the lines that ran beside the wash house until they were dry. In the other room was a line of toilets maybe 7 or 8 with wooden doors and locks. The adjoining room had shower stalls...with plastic curtains covering the openings for privacy...all surrounded by block. A light and a drain. There were maybe 5 of them...People had to leave their trailers and travel to the wash house for doing any kind of washing activities. Including bedside pottys used during the night..Every morning all the ladies headed toward the wash house to dump the contents of the little white porclein potty with lid and handle. The metal wire had a wooden handle with imprints to carry. This was a morning ritual...One day I was sick and couldn't go to school...My mother had to make her daily run to the wash house and do what ever she did there..She left me at the house sick. She didn't want to take me outside. So she explained I was not to leave the house, she would be back in a little while...As the door shut, the loneliness set in...The feeling of complete and utter abandonment flooded through my soul...I became very fearful. The sound of silence surrounded me and I became scared. For the reason of being alone and scared, I began to cry. I wanted my mother to come back..I felt so alone, so afraid. I just wanted her to come back...I knew she would soon, but I wanted her now!!!...I sat at the window waiting and waiting for her...I cried until I was sobbing!! I felt so alone!!...All of a sudden I saw one little lady bug on the window..I remembered the verse my mother taught me about the lady bug... Fly away home, and in between the sobs of sorrow..I talked to the lady bug...I told her I was all alone. I told her we were all alone...and I cried and talked to that lady bug for along time..She actually kept me company for what seemed to be hours...When my mother returned, I saw her coming, I ran to her thankful she returned..But, I never forgot how that one little ladybug kept me company. The joy of having someone help me forget my fear and lonliness. That is the way a friend can be.. Someone who comes into your life and just is there to be with you!!...Somehow, the fear, the loneliness leaves you, replaced with the feeling of comfort...Look around you and you will see there are many people you know, people all around you that you can be that "ladybug" for!!! I am so thankful, God saw to it to comfort me by letting me find a friend. A friend in one of the creatures he made...a common little lady bug!!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Comfort can come even thru a ladybug...
Living in a trailer with no bathroom...posed quite a problem...Trailers back in the fifties had NO bathrooms and any place you lived you had to go to the 'WASH HOUSE"...!! A large cement block building with a couple of doors. One of the doors led into the room that had washers and stationary tubs for bathing large things...I think there were a few dryers...but I don't remember. People usually hung their clothes outside on the lines that ran beside the wash house until they were dry. In the other room was a line of toilets maybe 7 or 8 with wooden doors and locks. The adjoining room had shower stalls...with plastic curtains covering the openings for privacy...all surrounded by block. A light and a drain. There were maybe 5 of them...People had to leave their trailers and travel to the wash house for doing any kind of washing activities. Including bedside pottys used during the night..Every morning all the ladies headed toward the wash house to dump the contents of the little white porclein potty with lid and handle. The metal wire had a wooden handle with imprints to carry. This was a morning ritual...One day I was sick and couldn't go to school...My mother had to make her daily run to the wash house and do what ever she did there..She left me at the house sick. She didn't want to take me outside. So she explained I was not to leave the house, she would be back in a little while...As the door shut, the loneliness set in...The feeling of complete and utter abandonment flooded through my soul...I became very fearful. The sound of silence surrounded me and I became scared. For the reason of being alone and scared, I began to cry. I wanted my mother to come back..I felt so alone, so afraid. I just wanted her to come back...I knew she would soon, but I wanted her now!!!...I sat at the window waiting and waiting for her...I cried until I was sobbing!! I felt so alone!!...All of a sudden I saw one little lady bug on the window..I remembered the verse my mother taught me about the lady bug... Fly away home, and in between the sobs of sorrow..I talked to the lady bug...I told her I was all alone. I told her we were all alone...and I cried and talked to that lady bug for along time..She actually kept me company for what seemed to be hours...When my mother returned, I saw her coming, I ran to her thankful she returned..But, I never forgot how that one little ladybug kept me company. The joy of having someone help me forget my fear and lonliness. That is the way a friend can be.. Someone who comes into your life and just is there to be with you!!...Somehow, the fear, the loneliness leaves you, replaced with the feeling of comfort...Look around you and you will see there are many people you know, people all around you that you can be that "ladybug" for!!! I am so thankful, God saw to it to comfort me by letting me find a friend. A friend in one of the creatures he made...a common little lady bug!!
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