For years there was no electricity at our farm, except when the generator was switched on in the evenings. A coal stove burned in the kitchen throughout the day, having been lit early in the mornings – apart from providing boiling water for tea and heat for cooking, it also heated the water in the geyser. Food was kept cool in a paraffin ‘fridge – note I said ‘cool’ for the Lowveld summers were hot enough to make even an electric ‘fridge battle – or preserved for longer in a paraffin chest freezer. Laundry was done by hand, mostly in cold water, and dried in the sun and the breeze.
With no electricity, we relied on sadirons to iron our clothes. My mother accumulated quite a collection of them, ranging from very simple ones, similar to the image below, to more expensive ones that had place to add charcoal to make the heat last longer.
The large wooden table in the kitchen would be covered with layers of old blankets and sheets. A bundled up wet cloth was placed next to the metal trivet on which we would rest the sadiron whilst reaching for another item to be ironed or while folding a garment. The various sadirons heated up on the stove and were used in a particular order so that one always had the hottest one to use. Each had to be wiped on the wet cloth to remove any dirt or soot from the stove before being gingerly applied to the garment. The old sheets bore many scorch marks from testing an iron that was too hot.
When they were young, my children would laugh when they saw an array of sadirons in museum, knowing that their mother had used similar ones in her youth – I’m not that old, even though these useful domestic appliances have been around since the mid-1700s! I wish with all my heart that I had one of the original farm ones in my possession. My wise, kind and eminently practical mother quite rightly passed them on to the farm workers she left behind when she exchanged farm living for the security of urban living: they needed them far more than I ever have. This one was purchased for me fairly recently by one of my brothers – apparently they are still popular items among migrant workers returning to their homes in Zimbabwe and elsewhere in Africa, where electricity is not necessarily an option.
I used to wonder why these irons were called ‘sad’ – did one ever find ‘happy’ irons? I have since discovered that the ‘sad’ comes from the now obsolete sense of the word meaning heavy or solid – which is an apt description for them!
So ‘n oulike skrywe! Dit neem my ook terug na ons plaasvakansies, waar presies hierdie wat jy beskryf, deel was van ons lewe. Daar was sulke spesiale dik lappe wat gebruik is om die ysters mee op te tel. Soos jy sê, dit was nie lank gelede nie!
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Ek het vergeet van die dik lappe om die ysters mee op te tel – hulle was BAIE belangrik.
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Interesting recounting. Enjoyed this very much.
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Thank you Belinda – it is amazing how ‘things’ can bring back a rush of memories.
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Ek onthou hierdie ysters, maar het dit self nooit gebruik nie. Ons het ook ‘n swart stoof gehad, hoewel ons elektrisiteit gehad het – ons was dorpsjapies.
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Dit was ‘n tipe tegnologie wat geen probleme gegee het nie. Deesdae as iets fout gaan met ‘n elektriese yster moet ons dit weggooi en ‘n nuwe een koop!
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We had a couple in our house growing up, but used them for doorstops. I wonder where they went?
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They would have made very useful – and interesting – doorstops.
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We too! It’s good to know what we missed (and that we missed it)
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Life on my maternal grandparents’ farm was exactly the same when I was growing up! And 35 years on I still have the mark on my left wrist to prove that they used a sadiron, as I managed to give myself a brand with one while playing where I shouldn’t have…
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One had to treat them with considerable care. You obviously now have a memory of them for life 🙂
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I liked the coal stove, and the constantly boiling kettle of strong “moerkoffie” on it, much more!
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There were a number of advantages, including warming the kitchen during the winter.
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I just gave my collection of old irons to the Dexter (Iowa) Museum–three of them are sadirons. One is similar to yours. One has asbestos encased at the top to keep your hand cooler. And one was my great grandmother’s–called a Mrs. Potts sadiron. There are two bottoms–one to use, one to have heating on the stove–with one curved wooden handle that clipped onto the bottom you were ironing with. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Florence_Potts
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The museum is a good place for your irons to find a home. As I mentioned earlier, this was a technology that worked – regardless of power failures. Modern appliances tend to be constructed with a built-in obsolescence so that they can no longer be repaired at home but have to be thrown away and a new one purchased.
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Wonderful description of my own mother’s ironing method – and I had not known the name of the iron
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Thank you for reading this Derrick – a complement to your own post.
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