Robert J Samples wrote:
I realize this will date me. Maybe even get a laugh! That is assuming that you readers have ever in your lives made lye soap, or have seen your parents, or grandparents make it. While it isn’t hard to make, my mother would never let me get close when she did the final touches of adding the lye to this concoction.
She would save up scraps from the hog that we had killed the previous fall, the skin from the bacon rind, and such. Also cooking grease from frying sausages and bacon. I don’t know how she remembered the ratios of the ingredients, but she always seemed to know just how much of what to add. I know there are formulas on making lye, but we never went that far, but purchased it in small cans.
My job was to get the black kettle that probably help 30 or 40 gallons, get it out in the open away from any structure and build a fire under it, and fill it about 1/3 full of water. We would then begin to add the pieces of skin, bacon grease and such to this witches’ brew. Finally, she always had me to stand way back from this last step. She would then carefully add lye to the concoction which I believe was the final step to set the process in motion. If you are of a mind to repeat this process, do not assume I have remembered all the ingredients or the proportions. I don’t pretend to be accurate.
This brew would boil and bubble for some time and I suppose because of the boiling and such would have reduced the total volume of liquid. After a few hours of cooking, we would remove the remaining wood and let this concoction cool overnight. In the morning, after it had cooled down to the touch, she would take a large butcher knife and cut it into chunks. The color was usually one of yellow, from dark to possibly light yellow. This was strictly due to the proportion of hog parts, as to kitchen grease. If there had been only grease, the soap would have been almost white.
I don’t think my mother ever bought any laundry soap. At least not until she and dad built their home in Saint Jo and moved to town. It was then the first time she had her own washing machine and dryer. All the time before, either Dad or I would drive her into town so she could use the laundromat to do all the family laundry. I believe that is when she stopped with the lye soap I ‘ve described. I suspect she quit using lye soap when she was doing our laundry in town for concern of being laughed at and mocked for being a “hillbilly” or “country bumpkin”. But regardless of all, lye soap really worked and got even dad’s and my clothes that were sometimes stained with oil residue quite clean.
It might also be a sign of how self-sufficient we were. Making soap was just one more thing we did not have to buy. During World War II, being able to grow large gardens, raise our own hogs, having a milk cow, and repairing things caused the rationing during the war less of a burden.
As an aside, my mother, even when they moved to town, or later after dad died, she moved again to Gainesville, she never gave up that black pot. She had a green house in Gainesville and a small business of selling garden bedding plants in the spring, her logo was that black pot hanging in the front yard, filled with flowering plants and a sign “Pearl’s Plants!” Just Sayin…RJS
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Mr. Samples: Thank you for that little bit of history. As I recall, there is a song about Grammas' Lye Soap. Another interesting laundry story my mother (of all people) told me, had to do with a neighbor ladys painful experience with a new-fangled, labor saving device (designed by men, of course), with no thought to women with ample bosoms. Hence the term: "She got her tit in the wringer". ...