My Washing Machine Said . . .

I am so excited to once again be participating in Sian's Storytelling Sunday where each month bloggers link up their stories, told in words or photos. My story today took place a few weeks after the Don't Take My Blessing story I shared in January.

Mama Anne picked me up early one Saturday morning, and we headed to Conn’s so I could pick out a washer & dryer. She and Daddy Dave wanted to help me out as I settled into the rent house in the fall of 2000. They had learned that I would have to do my laundry at Mama & Daddy’s - or even worse. . .go to a Laundromat! I, of course, tried to protest, but it was useless to argue with Mama Anne once she’d made her mind up about something. We picked out a Whirlpool washing machine with 8 different cycles and 5 speed combinations along with the matching Whirlpool dryer featuring 7 cycles, 4 temperatures. As we were leaving the store, Mama Anne looked at me and said, “When you hear the agitator making a swish-swish-swish sound during the wash cycle, if you listen carefully, you’ll hear it’s really saying WE LOVE YOU – WE LOVE YOU – WE LOVE YOU!”

 

When Robbie & I were making plans for me to move to Rockwall after our wedding in the winter of 2001, he commented that we could sell my washer & dryer since his was about the same age & there was no reason to move mine all the way from Southeast Texas. I immediately nixed that idea by informing him that

MY WASHING MACHINE SAID

WE LOVE YOU –WE LOVE YOU – WE LOVE YOU

every time I did laundry, and since his washing machine couldn’t “talk”, it would have to go! How could he argue with that? 

Eleven and a half years later, I’ve finally replaced those Whirlpool appliances, but I will forever be grateful for the gift Mama Anne & Daddy Dave gave me when they purchased them – the gift of love.