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This is the bathtub I bathed in the day I got married

This is the bathtub I bathed in the day I got married

There is a white bathtub on the second floor of my in-laws house. I took a shower in it the morning after we arrived to visit a few days ago..

As I was washing my hair, I remembered. This is the bathtub I took a bath in the day I got married. September 22nd, 1990.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law, Morrison and A.J. Hodges, took me into their home in September of 1990 and treated me like a daughter. I met their son in Tokyo, and flew from Tokyo on a fiancée visa to The United States.

My home was in Canada, but Nick, my fiancée, and I were going to be married in his parents church in Wayzata, Minnesota and not in Canada where my parents lived. I wouldn’t be able to take a bath at my father’s home or my mother’s home the day I got married.

On Avenue K in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan is a bathtub I bathed in as a child. I would like go back to Canada and knock on the door of my childhood home and ask, “May I please take a bath?”

I will stand on the grey cement front steps with my  towel, Dove body wash, Garnier Fructis Fortifying shampoo and cream rinse  with Hydra Recharge,  and politely ask to bathe in my childhood home.

“I lived here as a child. I am travelling around the world taking baths in all the homes I have lived in. I brought my own cleaning supplies. I promise to clean up my mess.”

One of the bathtubs I use to bathe in is in Saint Paul. Perhaps I could start by asking there, it is only a thirty minute drive away from where I am staying. Or perhaps I will just cling to my memories and move on.

 Learn from the past, look to the future, but live in the present. Petra Nemcova

I can not take a bath in my past, as I can not time travel. And I don’t know if there will be bathtubs in the future, so I will live in the present and take a bath where I am today.

My husband’s parents are moving next year. I don’t know if we will come back to visit them in this home before they move. 

A home holds memories. A dining room holds memories of shared stories of birthday cakes and Christmas turkey, family dinners and holding hands while praying. Rooms hold memories of first visits with babies, and a white bathtub holds a special memory of the day I got married.

Today I will take a bath in the white bathtub I bathed in the day I got married.

And later today I will make a list of all the bathtubs I have bathed in. A bucket list of bathtubs.

Do you have a special memory with a bathtub? Please tell me in the comments, I really want to know.

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About Pamela Hodges

My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.

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  • Valorie MacDonald

    I have a non.tub bathtub story about when I took my four.month.old twins to Kansas to meet my grandparents. Since we live so far away (Way Down Deep South TX!) my aunts drove several hours to see us as well, so it was a very special reunion. At one point each aunt was bathing a baby, one in the bathroom sink and one in the kitchen; they were calling out to one another, with my Gramma clucking about in her customary supervisory role. The memory of their laughter and enjoyment over my babies will stay with me forever!

  • Berdeane Bodley

    My 1st memory of bathing was in a big square galvanized wash tub, the ones that served as the rinse tub on laundry day, we had no special room for this tub, it was just in the kitchen by the coal & wood cook stove, water was heated first on same stove. The tub sat on the floor, in winter it was very cold as the front door ( the only door) opened right to the outside & of course there were many cracks around the door. So one got in & got out of there as quick as possible. Thank goodness things have improved since & today I prefer a shower.

  • oddznns

    Pamela, I love your originality. First it was the toys waking up in the middle of the night, now the bucket list of bathtubs. I’m tempted to start a novel about that … a woman who goes on a journey to find all the bathtubs in her life. Maybe we could set it in Japan;)

  • That’s an extremely clean bathtub, especially since it’s at least 24 years old.

  • Pamela,

    A special memory of taking a bath is when I was a little girl and we would take a bath with our siblings. The bathroom was mint green tiles. That was a long, long time ago, but a nice memory nonetheless.

  • I remember bathing in my dad’s mom’s tub. We would go out and run around in the piney woods. Then in the evening we would hop in her tub to take a bath and get the ticks off. They would float in the water.

    My mom’s mom didn’t have a bathtub in her house. She would put a kettle on the woodstove and warm up the water. Then she would pour it in a washtub. She also didn’t have running water until I was in 5th grade. So, she had to get the water from a pump in the ground outside. At least I was little at the time and didn’t need a lot of water.

  • La McCoy

    beautiful story

  • Abiola Olaleye

    That tub is still beautiful…and very clean, after 24yrs. Or was that picture taken in 1990?
    Had a bath too in my parent-in-law’s bathroom (stood in the tub though..lol) on my first morning as a married woman (was too tired to have a bath after the wedding celebration) and they still treat me like a well-loved daughter. Still celebrated Christmas with them.

    (I’m becoming addicted to your site, can’t but visit daily)

    Hugs,

    Abiola.

    • Hello Abiola,
      The bathtub picture was taken yesterday. It looks the same as it did in 1990.
      How special to spend Christmas with your in-laws. And how special that they treat you like a well-loved daughter.
      Thank you for visiting today Abiola. And a hug back to you.
      Pamela