Earlier in the week I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the kitchen floor. I helped my mother with this job when I was a child. She'd let me use a safety razor, to cut built up wax off the floor. So it was in the days before sheet goods.
This floor gets washed and waxed once a year. The only thing that builds up on it is red clay. No wax problem.
Today is 88th anniversary of my father's birth.
I miss him.
I will miss him forever.