I remember when I was a little girl, our house caught on fire.. I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up. in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement..
I can wash out forty four pairs of socks. And have 'em on the line. I can starch and iron two dozen shirts. 'Fore you can count from one to nine. I can slip up a great big dip up of lard.