Hand Washing


When I first arrived in Glória, the girl on the left would come to our house once a week to carry our clothes to her mother who would wash them in the dam outside of town (cleaner than ponds that were closer.) We insisted she iron everything, even underwear, more to kill micróbios than to make them look crisp. When I moved to a house that had a cisterna to collect rain water, I invited her to work in my back yard with water even cleaner than the dam and she would not have far to walk carrying wet clothes home to dry and iron for me.



blog comments powered by Disqus

Countdown to Weekly Contest Deadline!

“Sunset at the Railroad” by PCV Nicholas Baylor Hall. Namibia, 2011.