by Chris Quaal Vinson
Cleaning Things Up
My mom used to tell me stories of the northern Michigan neighborhood where she grew up. Her small town had a heavy Finnish population, many of whom she referred to as “those clean Finnish ladies” who scrubbed their kitchen floors daily until they were clean enough to toss down a tablecloth and eat off the floor. Not that they would, mind you, because anything dropped on the floor would be considered The content you are trying to access is only available to members. Sorry.