Kitchen: Part One

This is a picture I took this week off Gwynn's Island of sponges that had washed ashore. I say sponges and yet I have no idea if that's the technical term, although usually I am very technical, detailed and accurate in my descriptions of things.

Speaking of sponges, regardless of whether the shot above depicts them or not, that reminds me of the kitchen. My kitchen really needs one right about now. Along with someone to actually put it to good use.
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The following is from Chesapeake Bay Mother, about her own mother, my favorite grandmother, Nanny. Nanny lived in a teeny tiny house in Gloucester that had everything a person could ever want or need with two exceptions: cabinet space and patience.

From Chesapeake Bay Woman's Mother:

"When I was young, we didn't have an alarm clock. Yes, they'd been invented.

My mother had too many pots and never enough cabinet space in the kitchen.

So just before breakfast time there would be an avalanche* of clanking metal, punctuated by expletives, out of distinct hearing range--but undoubtedly unfit for young ears--issued by Mother in angry terms. That sound always did the trick, along with the rushing sound of birds' wings flushing way from the presence of evil in our kitchen.

This was especially welcome on non-school days** when I probably would have slept past seven or eight o'clock. She was as reliable as Big Ben and Old Faithful, combined with a pinch of Haley's Comet.

My children maintain that I followed in her footsteps*** ("...How sharper than a serpent's tooth..."). I don't believe I'm that bad. I have much more cabinet space.)****

To be continued tomorrow.....
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Notes and Clarification from CBW:

* Chesapeake Bay Children spent many nights with dear Nanny and can absolutely attest to the fact that pots and pans plus expletives meant No More Sleep for anyone. In the state of Virginia.

**Yep, even if it was a weekend when her grandchildren were trying to rest up. If she was up fighting the pots and pans, she was not going to do it alone.

*** That's because she does the same thing. Do NOT open a cabinet over there, don't open the icebox, don't open anything or look at anyone cross-eyed, or the aforementioned launching of the following sequence will occur: pots and pans clanking + expletives = Let's get outta here.

**** See above.