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SoCS – Brush it Off

Linda gives us a simple prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. Have fun!


My paternal grandfather always told me his sister brushed her hair 100 strokes every night to make it shiny. He encouraged me to also brush my hair 100 strokes, too. I tried, but I was a kid and that took forever it seemed!

“Brush your breath with Dentyne.” 

Is Dentyne gum even sold anymore? Those little tiny pieces of pink gum wrapped in red and white paper with the little ‘sting’ when chewed. I guess that’s what brushed your breath.

I never imagined a time when simple contact with another human being could mean a possible brush with death. Thank you 2020. Living through a pandemic was nothing I ever imagined.

The Fuller Brush man often came to my grandmother’s house. There were three door-to-door sales people that my grandmother bought from: Fuller Brush, Jewell Tea (where she also bought her ‘Autumn Leaf’ dish-ware), and Watkins which sold spices and Liniment for sore muscles. I was always fascinated by their cases that held their wares. Alfred Fuller’s father had good advice which we can still learn from today”

Alfred Fuller’s father would often look at his hands and say “These are your fortune, boy. Be suspicious of anyone who shows you how to make a living without using them.”

Now here’s a stream of consciousness thought. When was the last time you bought a brush and what kind of brush was it? Mine was a toothbrush – electric. I remember lots of brushes as a child. Not near as many these days. My Dad’s shoeshine kit had several different types and sizes of brushes. Do people polish shoes any more? We had scrub brushes, and bottle brushes, horse brushes, cat and dog brushes, scalp brushes for a baby’s cradle cap, fingernail brushes, scrub brushes, hair brushes, and toilet brushes. I guess all those brushes are still around but not used as frequently these days. Oh, I almost forgot the tiny brushes that came with an electric razor to clean out the whiskers. And I had soft lens brushes to clean my camera lens. Just the other day I used a tiny brush designed specifically to clean out my hummingbird feeder.

It’s time to brush off these thoughts and get moving. I am delivering goodies to my grandchildren today. Socially distanced, no hugging, but at least I will be able to see their faces.