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Monday, October 8, 2012

Demon Cleaner

First, let me apologize for my seeming inattention this past few days. Husby and I were in Mexico with friends and the Internet was virtually non existant. So to speak. More about that later . . .
Now for today's post:

See? Don't you wish you had one?

Mom’s kitchen and dining room floors were amazing.
Gleaming, shining clean.
Perfect for sliding about in one’s socks.
And the most exciting thing about her clean floors was the little demon that came out to clean them.
Let me tell you about it.
Once a week, Mom would move all of the kitchen and dining room chairs into the living room.
Which was an adventure itself. (See here. Go ahead. We’ll wait . . .)
And while my brother and I were thus engaged, she would get down on her hands and knees and scrub the floors.
And I do mean scrub.
Never, in the history of the world, were there cleaner floors.
I know, because I spent a lot of time down on them.
Ahem . . .
Following the scrubbing, Mom would bring out the wax.
And this was about the time that my brother and I would abandon our chair play and lay at the edge of the floor to watch.
Because after the wax was applied, the ‘demon’ came out.
It was green.
And had a rounded, wide head and a long, stiff tail.
And, if you looked carefully, little white eyes.
That stared at you.
It also had two sets of interchangeable little pads that snapped on and off.
Dark and ‘bristly’ or white, soft and ‘puffy’.
It was the latter that created the longed-for shine.
Mom would turn the demon over, snap on the soft pads and then flip it back and hit the switch.
Instantly the wide, white pads would begin to spin.
This was the best part.
As she polished, Mom would move the demon closer and closer to George and I.
Closer.
Closer.
Bravely, we would hold our ground. Daring each other to be the last to head, shrieking, for the nearest couch.
I should point out, here, that I never won.
George has nerves of steel.
Turkey.

There is a codicil:
Years later, when I was newly married with waxable floors, and my Mom had graduated to kitchen carpeting, I inherited the ‘demon’.
It still had the interchangeable pads.
And still achieved an amazing shine.
And still terrorized small children.
Full circle.

11 comments:

  1. I knew how those floors were maintained! My first home had carpet through out. Bathrooms included. Then it meant vacuum only, which I could do forever. Now I think how unsanitary!

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    1. I loved carpets! It took years before I realized exactly how filthy they were. Even with constant cleaning! Now I have none! Hardwood everywhere!

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  2. Yep...ours is in the basement storasge room...green...fluffy white pads and all. Hand me down from my mom. You could also get steel wool pads for them to help remove the old wax. Still works a charm.

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    1. I had forgotten the steel wool! HeeHee! I must add that to my little story!

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  3. We got hardwood/laminate floors upstairs and will have them eventually downstairs as well. We just use the vacuum cleaner followed by that wide flimsy mop that's always coming apart. I wonder how many people can remember those old floor polishers? They lasted forever.

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    1. They certainly last longer than their owners!!!

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  4. I have hardwood floors everywhere and some linoleum too. I could use one of those polishers... lol.

    I probably wouldn't use it though, more work than I have the desire to put into it.

    Another cute story Diane;)

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    1. That's me as well. I loved that polisher, but never wanted to put in the time to use it!

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  5. I got a handy, dandy steamer a couple of years ago ( from my romantic husband) and it does an OK job cleaning my wood floors. I still get down on my hands and knees sometimes to shine things up. Getting down is easy, getting up is the challenge.

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    1. Why is the floor so much further away than it used to be?

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  6. That' AWESOME! I want one!! But I suspect its primary use is really to terrorise children ...

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