Mom subjected us to spring cleaning every year. Grandma came down to help. Dad disappeared to his workshop. Everything was washed. I especially remember the walls and the ceiling. The walls were washed from the bottom up. From the top down would leave dribble marks in the dust on the walls that could never be eradicated. That’s what the grown up’s said.
We washed the outside of everything.
It could involve standing on ladders.
We washed windows.
We had no fireplace.
Is this little girl out of her mind?
Empty all the cupboards and wash everything that is in them.
Wash the inside of the cupboards.
Stay out of the way.
What was I thinking.
Then the regular cleaning. You know. Floors, dusting, bathrooms. Laura said the best thing about spring cleaning is it must be spring.
Some things never change.