Being the mother of five young children must have been catching up with Grandma, as she went through a time here when she was not as faithful about writing in her diary every day.
Mondays, as usual, would be wash day. Grandma would be down in the basement/cellar, washing all their clothes. In general, they had far fewer clothes than we have today, and none were wrinkle free, so a day of washing meant a day of ironing the next day.
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