Web Pages By Elizabeth Genna
IT SEEMED LIKE TEN MILES FROM OUR HOUSE TO THE WATER SPRING. WE CARRIED ALL OUR WATER UNLESS WE COULD CATCH SOME RAIN, AS SURE AS SATURDAY CAME AROUND I�D HEAR MY MOM SAY, YOU KIDS GET UP AND EAT, WERE DOING THE WASH TODAY. WATER, WATER, WATER, I THOUGHT MY ARMS WOULD DROP. EMPTY BUCKETS DOWN THE HILL AND FULL ONES TO THE TOP. THEN CAME THE HARD JOB, ME AND MY SISTER JEAN, WE RAN LAUNDRY THROUGH THE RINGER OF OUR OLD WASHING MACHINE. OUR WASHER HAD A QUICK RELEASE IT WAS WRITTEN ON THE BAR. ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS HIT IT AND TANGLED CLOTHING COULDN�T GET VERY FAR. ONE DAY WHILE CATCHING THE CLOTHING I SAW MY SISTER�S HAND AND IT WAS TURNING BLUE. I DID NOT HIT THE QUICK RELEASE, I RAN HER HAND BACK THROUGH.
