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Glenys Murnane's avatar

Whatever I expected from this book, I never dreamt that some of the domestic arrangements, in the late 18th Century, would take me straight back to my childhood in country-town Australia in the 1940's and 50's. My mother did the washing every Monday, as did most people then. We had a free standing wash-house in the backyard. Mum's first job every week was lighting a wood-burning fire under the copper to heat the water. All the sheets, towels and most of the clothes were boiled in this copper. As well as the copper, there were two concrete wash troughs and a mangle for squeezing the water out of the various items. Things were then pegged to a clothesline which stretched right across the yard and was held up by a couple of wooden props. Mum also used Rickett's Blue on the white things, which is mentioned in the article Simon posted about washdays in the Georgian era. Many others did the washing in the same way. Mum got her first washing machine in about 1955.

Further on in the book, there is mention of turning the sheets. My mother also did this; in fact I think it was then common practice in most households. Worn sheets were cut down the middle, then the two unworn sides were sewn together, creating a new middle from the unworn sides. This doubled the life of the sheets. It's pretty amazing that some things did not change in 150 years.

Alison Macaulay's avatar

I went off down a blue rabbit hole today. It seems that the search for true blue flowers, particularly roses, has a long history, full of swindlers. And as a result, it came to symbolise the unattainable, especially for the Romantics.

I also note the close association between blue and the Virgin Mary in Christian mythology. Interestingly, until the 12th century, there was almost no mention of blue in Christian writing - until then, it had been associated with barbarism - the Picts were supposed to have had blue skin (dyed, though I could also believe the Scottish climate might have contributed). Kassia St Clair, in her fabulous book about colour, tells us that until then, Mary was usually depicted in dark mourning colours, but once cobalt (used in stained glass), ultramarine, and indigo became more available, but still precious, it came to be closely associated with Mary.

I was also reminded of Sarah Perry's The Essex Serpent. One of the characters, dying of TB, becomes obsessed with the colour blue. I don't know if that's an actual symptom, or just fiction. I think Novalis died of TB, didn't he?

Finally, a twirl for the meconopsis in my garden (and my profile pic), which never fail to astonish me when they flower every spring. They really are BLUE.

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