Boy have I taken for granted how easy it was to do the laundry at the old house. I planned to go to the laundromat this morning, then bring the washed clothing back to the new house to hang up to dry. Well, I realized I had no laundry detergent at the new house so I had to drive to the store to get some. Then coming back from the laundromat I realized I had only a few clothes pins; so back into town to get clothes pins.
The laundromat was nice and clean and bright. And only 2 other people at 9AM on a Monday morning. Once the clothes were in the machines it was a nice half hour of reading.
I love to hang our clothing outside. Sheets are the best. Nothing beats climbing into bed with sheets fresh off the line.
My childhood memories of hanging clothing outside include watching my grandmother hang her clothes out (after using her wringer washer.) She had a cool
umbrella clothesline and solid wooden clothes pins. So, of course, when I found similar clothes pins at the hardware store I had to get those.
As a child we didn't have a dryer until I was in 9th grade. When it was raining we hung our clothing in the basement and I remember bringing in frozen jeans that could stand up on their own.
Hopefully, the washer will come to the new house this weekend and I will have everything I need in one place to do laundry.
I do remember how wringer washer and put rubber diapers through that wringer diapers and explodes and I ruined a couple of shirts
ReplyDeleteDid you ever get anything caught in a wringer?or ruined a couple of shirts?
I remember my grandmother complaining about button damage. There were no babies in diapers when I remember my grandmother's wash days. But I do remember rubber pants!
DeleteMy mom still doesn't have a dryer! 5 children growing up and no dryer. Our upstairs was forever draped with drying clothes. On top of that, she ironed almost everything! Jeans, t-shirts, every button up shirt, slacks, skirts, dresses. I remember thumping upstairs to go to bed and peeking in to see her in that cold bedroom ironing as the pile next to her never shrunk while she watched some PBS on her old black and white 13" TV. Then, I'd duck through the hallway of drying laundry and head to bed.
ReplyDeleteSounds like great memories. I started doing my laundry when I was pretty young because my mom was a single mom with a full time job so if I wanted something clean my best option was to wash it myself. I do remember my mom ironing and starching her nurse's cap.
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