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Barbara and the Dishes...

Barbara and the Dishes

Barbara was a lot of fun to be around, kind and generous, and a wonderful friend.  But she hated to do dishes worse than anyone I've ever known, before or since.  When we were young, no one had a dishwasher.  Dishwashers were a luxury.  Dishes were washed by hand and dried or allowed to air-dry the old fashioned way.
Barbara and I worked in the same office.  We both had husbands named David.  The two Davids eventually met and we all became friends. We were young married couples and budgets were tight, so instead of other entertainment, we hung out together, drank coffee, played cards or watched TV, something that didn't cost money. Every weekend either we were at their house or they were at ours.
Sometimes we  grocery shopped together and that was the weekend entertainment.  Barbara taught me a lot about cooking, and gave me recipes that I still have. We couldn't afford to eat out. Carry-out Jack Salmon from Uncle Charlie's was only two dollars then and we could only afford that once in a while. 
My husband and I were living in a four room flat in St. Louis, and Barbara and Dave had a small two-bedroom house that they were buying from her husband's parents who had moved to better digs.  It was pretty run down, but at least it was a house.  We spent a lot of time day-dreaming about the homes we would like to have some day and looking at house plans and decorating magazines.
Barbara liked company, and we seemed to spend more time at their place than at ours.  Sometimes we ate Sloppy Joe's, which were made by browning a pound of hamburger and pouring a bottle of ketchup over it.  We ate the meat on buns, or if we were out of buns, we ate it on plain sandwich bread. Other times we grilled hamburgers or hot dogs, which didn't mess up as many dishes. 
Barbara's weakness was dirty dishes.  There were a lot of them since they cooked and ate at home from necessity.  A reasonable person would do dishes each day so they didn't pile up.  In Barbara's case, she would rather do something else -- anything else -- than wash dishes.   The sink was always full and usually the cabinet was piled high as well.  As long as there were any clean dishes, or any paper plates, she didn't see a need to do them.
Sometimes she would invite us over and dishes had not been done in a week.  I often helped her catch up, but a few days later the situation would be the same.  I convinced her to fill the sink up with water so they could soak and be easier to wash.  They still waited until scum formed.  Eventually, she would run out of cooking pots or have an attack of ambition, and resort herself to doing the task she hated.
I learned to accept dirty dishes as a part of Barbara that was not going to change.  She didn't mind housekeeping, vacuuming, dusting, polishing furniture, and she liked doing laundry, even ironing.  I'm sure she was tired after working all day and cooking, as well as taking care of her small child, and that was part of it.  But her aversion to doing dishes was still legendary.
Over time, our friendship eventually faded and we drifted apart, not for any particular reason, but just because interests change and people move on.  I don't know if she ever got that dream home or not.  I hope she did. But more than anything, I hope she got a dishwasher, and that it is stainless steel and heavy duty with a pot scrubbing cycle and lots of buttons to push.  Barbara was a great friend, but she hated to do dishes more than anyone I've ever known.

Copyright 2008 Sheila Moss


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