I was lying down on my back next to the Christimas tree as I was undoing the wing bolts that hold the tree upright and safe in the stand. We have a wonderful tree stand, bought at Quig’s Orchards, back in the day, bought to alleviate Christmas stress that occurred each year as we put up the tree. It has four adjustable arms with wing bolts and can easily go around the base of the trunk of the tree, even if it has branches. It saved us many a difficult tree-raising moment.
Hedwiga, our former cleaning lady, once allowed Stewart to go crazy running around the house. Stewart was incensed with her, in love and always excited when he would see her. She would not attempt to stop him when he was in that mode, not that it was her job to do so. On the other hand, despite my pleas, she would do things that would actually excite him more. I was in the house at the time but unaware that our canine was running like crazy. His leg caught on a Christmas tree light strand and down came the entire tree. That was the only time we have ever had that occur and we have had a dog since 1987.
Anyway, I was on the carpet and what occurred to me was an image of using a whisk broom.
My mother, in her eternal wisdom, bought heavy duty wool theatre carpeting back in the 60s. It was a tan shade and with an extremely low pile. This carpeting actually was in the house when my mom moved out in 2003. When we cleaned up after the removal of a Christmas tree, I was always told that once the tree was removed, to not use the vacuum cleaner, but to use the whisk broom. Why? My mom didn’t want to fill the vacuum cleaner bag with tiny needles, the bulk of them needed to be swept into a pile and removed. The vacuum cleaner was reserved for the final clean up.
My mom was like that. My mom was a bookkeeper at Kresge’s with a small house that was paid for. Somehow, she managed to save money while providing us with a good life. It was eccentric little things like the whisk broom that may have made all the difference.