Before we moved south, I really don't remember how my mama washed clothes. When we washed after we came to Alabama it was on a ringer type washer. I think Mama had an automatic, but I forget what it looked like. She made a great chore of everything. Nothing she ever tried to do was easy. She either did not have the right stuff or the stress of anything made simple chores harder than normal. She did do laudry once I know, because I tasted her borrowed laundry supplies. I know she did because I drank a glass of Clorox. I am living proof that a five year can drink a glass of Clorox and live. I had walked home from school for lunch. I was in kindergarten at Pageant School in Wayne, Michigan. All I know is I was so thirsty from the walk home. It did not matter what was in the glass. It looked like water to me. I was so thirsty that I gulped the whole glass down before I realized that it was not water. Mama had borrowed the glass of Clorox from Mr. Grass. Mr. Grass was the old man that lived just a house or two down from us on Morley. He always was willing to help Mama anyway he could. He knew that she was not having the easiest time of it. The Clorox was just one of many things that he let her borrow. Clorox might kill a child, but it didn't me. I have always really been tough. I have always been a pig when it came to eating or drinking anything. I eat my food and guzzle my drinks. I drank it and then ate raw wieners on a piece of bread. That was my quick lunch before I walked back to school. I probably was not even supposed to come home at lunch, but even then I thought I could do pretty much what I wanted and Mama didn't really care either. Mama's answer to remedy what I had drank was for me to take a bath. A bath in her eyes would make me feel better. I still remember how deathly sick that I was while I lay in the warm bath water. There I was in the tub with the raw wienies that I had eaten floating around with me. I had no more than gotten in the tub before the quick lunch I had eaten was coming right back up. The rest of the day is all a blur, but the wienies floating in my bath water are still a vivid memory of the day I drank the Clorox.