Comments on: Ode to an Iron

By: Sam

Sam — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 19:20:55 +0000

I actually enjoy ironing, provided I have spray starch available. I think I like the idea of taking something unusuable and making it perfect.

sam.

By: frank spigel

frank spigel — Mon, 24 Oct 2005 15:26:48 +0000

I remember my brother and I attempted to iron only to burn a nice cowboy shirt. It comes back to me now. Now I either buy wash & wear shirts or send my nicer shirts to the cleaner. Sometimes I think about buying an iron and have my cleaning lady iron, but still am happy to send them out.

I also recently saw Good Night and Good Luck and I was reminded of Edward R. Murrow. I think Edward R. Murrow died of lung cancer in 1963 or 1964. I remember him well.

By: Rona Michelson

Rona Michelson — Thu, 20 Oct 2005 20:03:47 +0000

From my sister Vicki, used with her permission:

I have this memory of an afternoon(or maybe many afternoons) when after morning kindergarten and lunch, I spent the time playing in the basement while Mamie ironed. The TV was on, a huge wooden cabinet with a tiny round screen. We were watching soap operas, in black and white with stirring organ accompaniment. My favorite was “the edge of night” because of the title and because of the opening with the picture of the New York skyline and the darkness coming down from the upper left hand corner until it covered the entire skyline. And the announcer saying, “The edge of night” in his deep voice with the organ music behind it. I never paid much attention to the stories. The people always looked worried. I made up my own stories, using my dolls to act them out. That afternoon (or afternoons) was quiet , orderly, and warm.

Last night I saw the movie, “Good Night and Good Luck” about Edward R. Murrow which perfectly evoked that time of early television which was the time of my childhood. When I came home and read your blog, this all came back to me

Vicki

By: Susan Notar

Susan Notar — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 23:53:43 +0000

Dear Rona

I often think of you and your family in Israel and love to hear from Gail how your grandchildren are multiplying! What a blessing for you and the Rabbi!

One of my fondest memories is of coming to my grandmother’s house after school to find her in the living room ironing. She never seemed to be tired or to complain about the ironing. She used the time to stay in one spot and talk to us about our day at school and what was important in our lives. Years later I wondered why she insisted on ironing my grandfather’s pajamas and boxer shorts; but now your article makes me think that maybe it was her way of getting a little closer to all of us who literally sat at her feet while she ironed…

I hope my children will remember a time when I stood in one spot and listened to them. Maybe I should think about doing more ironing!

By: Gail

Gail — Tue, 18 Oct 2005 22:58:05 +0000

Dear Rona,
This reminded me so much of my mom, who loved to iron. Even in her later years when my father had passed on and she didn’t have much of her own to iron, she would get so much joy if I would bring over my husband’s shirts for her to iron. She had taught me well to pull them out of the drier the second they were dry and to hang them immediately. However, in her eyes, they still required a little touch up for them to be perfect and that was her way to contribute something to our lives, a little payback for what we would do for her. Once in a while I would neglect to take a shirt out of the drier in time and I think she would love the opportunity to tell me “what a real job that was…”. When I was young I would always kid her about how it wasn’t necessary to iron my dad’s boxer shorts, but that gave her pleasure too – it showed how much she loved him. Any time I take out my iron I think of her and wish she was still with me – to love and to give her my ironing…