by Jerry Boroff
I’ve been writing a lot during this time of Covid. I’m on the second draft of Volume 1 of a future book regarding my experiences as an apprentice plumber. I belong to a Dalkeith writing group which meets once a month–hopefully again, soon. The following is an excerpt from my next composition to the writing group.
Persian Carpet Lore.
When I was first introduced to Robert Buckland, he had just recently closed his Persian carpet business. We met over a cup of tea and I asked him to tell me about the origins of the priceless floor coverings he used to sell. He spoke about the Middle Eastern tribes using hand-operated looms to weave animal hair into those rugs. Then he said something intriguing, “The only way to remove all the dirt out of those carpets, is to utilize an old-fashioned native technique.” That evening we hatched a business plan.
We began looking for locations where we could perform the cleaning process. Rinsed and still wet oriental rugs are very heavy. They need to be lifted up off the floor and hung dry for several days. We found a commercial carpet cleaning company willing to accommodate us for a monthly fee. Robert put the word out to his former clients.
The day arrived when we had our first customer. We picked up and transported the dirty item to our destination. However, we had to wait in turn until the company workers finished cleaning one of their own client’s Persian carpet. We watched as they unrolled it and laid it flat then hosed it down. They poured liquid detergent over it before passing a buffer-type machine, back and forth several times. The rug was thoroughly rinsed before a vacuum cleaner injecting steam then sucking the condensate back up, was pushed and pulled over the entire surface. Finally, they were getting ready to hang it up to dry.
The company owner asked Robert if we needed to utilize his mechanical equipment. My friend answered with a smile and asked the company employees to step back. He hosed down the worked-on floor covering then poured more detergent on it. I followed his lead when he removed his shoes and socks then rolled up his slacks. As we began massaging the surface with the soles of our feet and digging our toes into the pile of fibres, our audience was bent over laughing.
Ten minutes later, we thoroughly drenched the carpet with water. You should have seen the dirt particles and black liquid bleed out and down the drain. We had proven that technology was no match for indigenous ingenuity.
Collectif members, send an image (or a few) of very recent work to firstname.lastname@example.org with up to 100 words describing what you did, materials used, inspiration, etc. Maybe share how you’re feeling & how creativity helps. We’d like an informative, inspiring show & tell. Writers, like Jerry, send us poetry, lyrics, a short piece or excerpt. Try to include an image to make it pop.