I have a dilemma that’s likely familiar to other Prime-Timers. At least to us ladies. What to do with my ironing board? It’s been gathering dust forever. I’ve probably only used it three times since ...

“Regarding the task of ironing hankies: “When I was in sixth grade, I was allowed to iron the flat stuff. This included hankies, napkins, pillowcases, tablecloths, and sheets. The tricky stuff, like ...

My mother taught me to iron when I was just tall enough to reach the ironing board, setting me up with a pile of my father’s handkerchiefs in the hot little upstairs room where she paid bills, typed ...

A friend’s 2-year-old granddaughter was staying with her when my friend got out her iron to do some ironing. “What’s that?” the little girl asked. “It’s an iron,” my friend said. The little girl ...