Clean, Crisp Sheets

Clean, Crisp Sheets

While they rarely reveal (nor would I want them to) what goes on between them, our guests marvel at our clean, crisp sheets on a regular basis. Some have waxed lyrical about being transported back to the high bed at their Granny’s, while others have found the sound of sheets whipping in the wind an auditory delight, not to mention the scent of that same breeze when they tuck in at night.

crisp clean sheets in Scone by Scone by Deadie Runkel
David Runkel tending to the Anne Hathaway laundry

No one has ever complained about the fact that we hang them outside to dry. If you think about the number of sheets it takes to make up beds in sixteen rooms, you can imagine just how many clotheslines we have here, the labor of hanging them and how long it takes to fold them all. Correctly. We have a strict standard of hanging and folding and perish the staff member who fails to take heed of same. The Chairman of the Laundry presents as a rather jolly person, easy to meet, could be taken for sweet. Unless and until a hanging or folding error is detected. Some staff members have found David’s hands-on approach to training so intimidating they sought peer counseling.

There’s a long history here, stretching back to 1970 or so. With two small children reasonably well launched, I returned to work, part-time to begin with. A re-negotiation of household duties took place. Theretofore, it was ME: Nearly Everything, HIM: Everything else. He volunteered to take over the laundry.

David Runkel took his new duties to a new level. No drier for him. He hung everything he washed outside, just as his mother had on the farm. But unlike his mother who (like mine), hung the clothes in the basement to dry in the winter, he never let the weather interfere with his commitment to the outdoor approach. And this was long before Al Gore got the idea it was environmentally sound. Our daughters recall without fondness their jeans starched stiff by 30-degree drying conditions.

The allocation of duties persisted all those years, right up to our arrival in Ashland. B&B ownership meant an exponential increase in laundry. When the lines went up, there was outright amazement that he intended to depend on the almighty sun to dry our endless supply of sheets. Fortunately, while Oregon may have a rainy reputation, we’re located in the southern Sun Belt.

As for me, I am still reveling. Who could be so lucky to have such in-house expertise? Clean, crisp sheets stacked with precision on the sheet shelf?

Clean, Crisp Sheets

Clean, Crisp Sheets