I was almost 40 years old when I bought my first floor mop. I just never knew you could clean a floor that way.
On a sunny, cool afternoon in South Carolina,we sat and shared a bottle of California wine as she fixed a pot of beef stew for her family.
Then it happened.
Somewhere between the simmering of the meat and the chopping of the veggies, she took out a bucket and a mop and began to clean her kitchen floor.
As I lifted my feet so she could go around me, my jaw dropped. Really ?
Here was my version:
First, get rid of the family, especially the kids.
Lift up the throw rugs and shake/beat them outside if they can’t be laundered.
Remove all objects from the floor.
Turn chairs upside down on the kitchen table.
Sweep or vacuum any visible debris.
Get on hands and knees.
There was no other way to clean unless you were up close and personal.
This came from the same person who insisted on using one of these, the wringer washer.
It was time -consuming and back-breaking, and I dreaded the task. I always seemed to have white tile of some sort in my kitchen, so every bit of soil, every crumb would show up.
The floor sparkled. It all took about 15 minutes.
I loved my grandmother, but some traditions needed to be broken.
I went out the next day and bought myself an O-Cedar sponge mop.
My life was never the same.