It occurred to me the other day that we lost more than we can imagine when we got kitchen dishwashers. Perhaps we throw some peace away when we toss the soiled dinner plates into the washer. And, most certainly, we’ve given up some praying time and this would also mean that “Amazing Grace” isn’t being sung nearly as much as it once was. This I thought when I was at Mama’s house one day. I’d been there to write, outlining a new book. She never had a dishwasher. In the beginning, it was a luxury and no luxuries were ever bought in the house of my growing up. Later, when we children could have pitched in together and bought one, there was no place in the tiny house to put it or hook it up.