tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597761046378693913.post4399323072735734834..comments2023-11-07T22:43:36.262-08:00Comments on Notes from the Ironbound: Washing UpUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597761046378693913.post-37144393787499202602012-03-02T16:35:50.359-08:002012-03-02T16:35:50.359-08:00Great post. That first paragraph sounds familiar....Great post. That first paragraph sounds familiar. For my own father, who turns 80 this weekend, "washing up" was done with a bar of soap, a washcloth, and a stoppered basin of warm water. We had a shower, but I'm not sure I ever saw him use it. Very old school and very Old World--just what I would expect from him.Brian Inoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597761046378693913.post-89898159149461558762012-03-02T07:08:17.028-08:002012-03-02T07:08:17.028-08:00Rather moving Jason. I was thinking about this th...Rather moving Jason. I was thinking about this the other day, when I took my public history/memory class to see a traveling Smithsonian exhibit called "The Way We Worked." The message throughout seemed to be that working hard is always its own reward, that work is always fulfilling.<br /><br />SteveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com