The washer and dryer at Ms. Sue’s starts early in the morning and ends late at night. 

With forty two kids, clothes get dirty and, even with throw away diapers, there is hardly time to wash dry,fold, and hang. Some of the clothes are hand washed in buckets in the front yard and girls are most often saddled with this task, though Peter was scrubbing his white sneakers yesterday morning.

Ms. Sue wants the laundry location changed, because, near the house, the soil gets wet and makes mud that gets tracked into the house. 

The new laundry area is in the shade, pebbles bordered by heavy rocks borrowed from a collapsed retaining wall next to the guest house.

The girls wash today, but, mostly, they laugh, talk, learn what it is to be a woman in Haiti from one of the staff adults keeping an eye on them.

Clean clothes are a treasure, especially when you have no treasure chest to put them in.

Making do doesn’t mean you can’t have fun doing.

 

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