I'm not quite sure when I first became aware of my "clean windows"
I have a suspicion it started somewhere in my childhood,
having the prestigious job of cleaning my grandma's windows standing barefoot on her
English oak dining table, and working with a chamois leather until my arms ached.
She liked to clean the windows at night, her theory was, "You can see
the streaks better , when the sun goes down"...
One of the standards in an English household, are clean
We obsess about them, neighbours fall out over them, you are judged
Woe be the housewife who has dirty windows......
The window cleaner used to come around weekly, and clean the outside of the
windows. There were window cleaners in every neighborhood of every town in
England. The homeowner themselves, usually cleaned the insides, unless the job
was too difficult.
It was always about pride.....we British seem to hang
our hat's on that one.
seems I continued my "must clean the windows" one -woman campaign , as soon as
my suitcase was unpacked in Colorado. One of the first items I bought at the
local K. Mart store was a nice leather chamois cloth, Windex and soft cotton
Cleaning the windows on the inside, was not a problem, but I had
never been introduced to "storm windows", or "screened windows". I understood
the need, but wondered how American housewives cleaned the windows weekly, when
it took so much time in removing the screens first.
It wasn't too much time
before I realized it was an impossible goal. Too heavy, too cumbersome, too
I still clean windows regularly. Maybe not all at once, (we have 25 windows in
this house) but they all get a "lick and a promise", before a season passes.
These days we have those "new type" windows that you can pull inside the house and
clean...except it's not quite that simple.
I tend to end up wrestling with the
bloomin things, and then have to wack 'em back into the tracks to get them back
in the frame. I have this feeling one day they won't go back in, and I'll be
left with holes and NO windows...lol
used to tell me " Take care of the corners, the middle will look after
this day, I cannot clean a window, without hearing her whispering that little
saying into my ear. I always smile and give the corners an extra little rub.
I have innocently enough, passed this obsession along to my