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Thursday, June 28, 2018

Demon Cleaner

See? Don't you wish you had one?
Mom's had little white 'eyes'.
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 three sets of interchangeable little pads that snapped on and off.
Dark and ‘bristly’, Steel wooley, 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.
Brothers. Pfff . . .

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.

7 comments:

  1. I still have one.....it works a treat.

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  2. I don’t remember the demon. I wonder what my mother used!

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  3. All I can think of is how much work that sounds like! We didn't have hardwood floors so we didn't need a demon, more's the pity :)

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  4. I remember those wonderful waxed kitchen floors. Alas, my children never knew what that was like.

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  5. My mother polished the floors by hand too. And I don't polish them at all. Shrinking away in shame.

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  6. I love shining clean polished floors. I don't have them, but I do love them. I remember running the buffer in the staff dining room when I worked at the hospital. I was 19 and about half the weight I am now, the machine was huge and much heavier than me. More than a few chairs got dented legs before I managed to control it.

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