Hi Geo Steve. My mom was born a cleaner too and yes indeed I recall when I was a young girl her actually washing down the living room walls. A patch with light suds, then a rinse with plain water. No kidding. I also recall her crawling around on her hands and knees and washing the kitchen floor. Every day. And that's not a typo. Stands to reason one of her knees is just about shot these days. I think our moms are very likely amongst the best cleaners of their generation.
Your reply prompted me to phone my parent's this evening to see what, if anything, they may have saved from my early childhood days. Every report card from every grade she recalled with certainty. Beyond that she stated matter of factly that there was a "bunch of "stuff downstairs in a box" and one of these days she'd go look for me. "No hurry ma....it's been collecting dust a long time...." It can wait a day or two
Last year she did hand over my 45 record box full of gems from the 70s. It's one of those psychedelic yellow/black color schemes that I think was supposed to look good in a black light. I know for sure Sundown is in there. Along with Neil Young's Heart of Gold and Don McLean's American Pie. Each as relevant today as they were back then. I wonder what music Gordon would say he remembers from his earliest recollection in his own childhood?
That all said, here's to all of our mom's who took care of our homes and to the musical legends who filled them with music to mark the memories.