Washing clothes is a girl's never-ending chore here, and it is a "job." The water is first drawn from the well. This water is brackish, salty, and smelly. Some sort of scraper is used to scrub the cloth as it is stretch across a piece of plywood, then hang-wrung. The strong sun drys everything "stiff." Everything is washed including zorries, and my brand-new leather Bernardo sandals. (Smile.) << | >>
 
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Mary Ann Rowa.

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