My Mom and Dad lived at the bottom of Market Street Hill in Steubenville, Ohio where they got soot and dirt from the Coal Mine and the Steel Mills. Oh yes, and they were just a half a block from the Pennsylvania Railroad Station so got the dirt from the trains going through every day. As you drove down into town there would be a blanket of smog laying so low you could almost touch it. This meant that a home in that area had to be dusted every day if you wanted to remain breathing.
Fred and Joann and Becky and I lived out the road where the air was fresh and clean.Â
I would take the girls and go down to my Mom and Dad's every day and dust for them. The girls loved being with Nana and Papa.  I did not mind the dusting part of our visit except for one piece of furniture an Etagere that was crammed full of figurines, and gifts that had been received over the years.  Had to move each item to dust under it.  It was in the Sitting Room and we would all be in there just having a great time. The girls on the floor with Papa. Nana had one eye on me to make sure I was handling the treasures carefully. I would just finish when it would be time to get home to make dinner for Fred.
I guess what brought this to mind was my dusting the Dining Room here today. I do one room at a time. I, too, have an Etagere and it houses my Fenton Glass Ware. Thank goodness I don't have to dust it every day. Once every two weeks is OK.
What a joy it is to remember.
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Love and prayers from here to there
