This morning I was washing the dishes that have accumulated the last day or two. Nothing much..just a few bowls, some silverware, one small sauce pan and a couple plates. For the first time in in many years, I don't have a dishwasher in this mobile home so I've washed dishes by hand the last 5-1/2 years.... I don't mind all that much, except that when they pile up, there's no place to hide them. LOL Anyway, as a kid...it was my job to wash dishes at least once a day, the other times I dried and my mom washed them. The times when I washed and was supposed to dry & put them away, I thought it was just easier to let them air dry. We had the standard dish drying rack and I developed a method to put all the dishes, silver, pots and pans for a family of four in and on the dish rack. Stacked so well, I don't think an earthquake could have toppled them. My dad finally dubbed me the "Queen of stacking dishes." I held that title for years...until I married and we bought our first automatic dishwasher. It was a portable one that we rolled over to the sink to load and wash the dishes.
This morning as I washed those dishes and delicately stacked them in the small dish drainer that sits in my second sink, I thought my dad would be so proud of me. Once again, they are air drying....I'll go back and put them away in a couple hours. I haven't lost the art of stacking dishes.
Dad......I love you and miss you........Linda