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Chapter 3 In
addition to our routine pastimes and pleasures, most boys had certain regular duties to do
for the elderly or infirm, which were allocated to them by their mothers. Running errands,
drawing water from wells, carrying in coals, cleaning lamps and lots of other chores.
Girls, like my sister Netta, were expected to help their mothers as most families were
large. Youngsters never expected any money or gifts of any kind. Such work was seen as a
duty willingly done, no one was ever neglected. We all loved our minor tasks, even caring
for the sick and elderly or infirm neighbours. Balmullo was indeed a happy place where
even the gardens of those who needed help were communally dug and planted free as a
pleasure rather than a chore. Summer
was a time for mums, grannies and big sisters to be outside toiling in tubs of soapy foam
to wash blankets, sheets and curtains by hand or with possers. Water had to be carried
from wells, dammed up steams or one solitary water pipe by the menfolk. It was a grand
sight to see most village females, sleeves rolled up, sack apron on, rejoicing in the
sunshine. The men fixed up long lines and washing was soon dripping out the water. In
about four hours everything was dry and so very clean. Now we boys took over and helped
the older folks. We went to their houses, carried their washed blankets and sheets to the
home of a dear old lady up the School Brae. There the articles were mangled, or beatled,
to fold them. We young ones loved to help with folding the blankets and sheets, beatling
them or turning the big wheel of the mangle. Her charge for this folding service was one
penny for one blanket and a sheet. She had lots of treacle toffee and peppermint sticks
ready for every child who carried bundles and helped. Each
September the threshing mill came to the surrounding farms with its exciting steam engine
and oats and wheat were put through the mill. This was the signal for us boys to carry all
the mattresses in the surrounding houses to the farm, empty the tic-stuffing contents into
the cattle courts, refill them with fresh free chaff from the mill and finally carry back
the bulky bags to their owners. Jumping black fleas would get into our clothes from some
mattresses and bite us all over. Then we would have to strip, search for and kill the
fleas on each others bodies, wash outside in the cold and put on clean clothes before we
were allowed into the house. Mum would boil and wash all the flea-infested clothes, as she
was a stickler for cleanliness. The reward? That night we would sleep soundly and softly
on very high sweet smelling beds. Unfortunately, it only took a few days for the chaff to
settle and compact, so making for a very hard mattress and uncomfortable sleeping until
the thresher returned a year later.
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