that must have taken days (and made your already plastic-tasting brownies taste even more plastic)
"Where is PB ENT in this discussion?" ~DP
Maid-Schmaid. I found that a decent Cabana boy fills in quite nicely at the summer place. Ahhhhhhhhh.............
We are closing up early this year due to commitments. But will be taking interviews for next season.
I had one in my childhood, which worked pretty well, because my mom would never wake me up to go to school or cook. For awhile we had a maid who lived in the apartment and we also had another maid who'd come to help her clean a few times a week.
Mamie, I bet you might appreciate this old photo... I always thought it looked like we stepped right out of "To Kill a Mockingbird."
This is "little me" with my grandmother's cleaning woman Catherine. I adored her and followed her around everywhere like a puppy dog. The feeling was mutual. She thought I was a "cute little kid." I used to like to watch her vacuum at Grandma's, and loved the smell and the wheezy, whirring sound of that (really) old vacuum cleaner she used. One day I asked her to show me where she kept it. So, with my father accompanying me, we went to Catherine's house and she showed me the closet where she kept her vacuum cleaner. Dad decided this was "too cute" to pass up as a photo op, so he brought his camera along that day.
(Dad had been a professional photographer in NY, so he brought along his camera almost everywhere out of habit.)
Cue the gorgeous Elmer Bernstein score...
it's cute until you realize that she owned the little cracker as her slave.
I tried to air brush the dog collar out!
Can you still see that she's got me by the neck?
Damn. Better work on that.
On really warm days, she just used ME as her vacuum cleaner.
aww, i didn't read your post the first time to realize that you were the cracker. how sweet.
Aw, gee... thanks awful.
"On really warm days, she just used ME as her vacuum cleaner."
I heard someone say you suck like a Hoover - is that what they were talking about?
*blushes*
Well, I don't like to BRAG, but...
Hazel used to work for us, but my father fired her, when he found most of the booze missing. He hired Grindl to replace her.
Broadway Legend Joined: 2/20/04
For a while, we had a cleaning lady who came in one day a week.
I never understood why the Bradys needed Alice. WTF did Carol do all day?
And practiced singing "O Come All Ye Faithful" in case there were any building collapses in town.
i still blame cousin oliver for that building collapse.
Broadway Legend Joined: 10/18/04
That's a wonderful picture, b12b. It must bring back warm memories for you. I remember those old vacuums. My gran had one too (only she had to push her own around). Warm, happy memories.
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/2/05
WonderBoy, my grandmother was like that. She didn't trust the maid she hired with so many different tasks (she didn't do them *right*) that she ended up just letting her go, because there was nothing left for her to do.
our cleaning woman left my mom a "dear john" letter after my mom left too many post-it notes around the house on mirrors and dressers that read "is this clean to you?"
"And practiced singing "O Come All Ye Faithful" in case there were any building collapses in town."
both as a soprano and a contralto.
She never did learn anything besides the first verse, however.
Calvin...one verse is all it takes for the miracle to happen!
We had a part time maid...she was my best friend. Doris.
It was so Member of the Wedding.
b12b...that pic from the 40s? :)
Broadway Legend Joined: 5/20/03
"I never understood why the Bradys needed Alice."
Somebody had to stand there and stir the boiling pot. If Carol Brady did it, it would steam the Dippity-Do out of her hair. And then she wouldn't look beautiful when Mike came home.
I always thought that Lisa Douglas on Green Acres needed a maid. She made such a big deal about leaving her Park Avenue life you'd think at least she could get one of those farm women to come in and swish a feather duster around.
doodle--that pic is from around 1965 or '66. I was born in Nov. of '62. (you whipper-snapper, you!!)
And it's KANSAS not Alabammy... which for you "geographically impaired" folks isn't the Deep South. We was a FREE STATE, baby. In the Midwest. As MID as you can get, actually.
But I can't help agreeing that it looks just like Macomb County, Alabammy here, in about 1932.
"Scout" is just around the corner from us. And that's not Catherine, it's Calpurnia!
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