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What a great story. I'm 56 years old and I remember helping my mother hang the clothes on the line.... if I didn't drop them, I was pretty short. LOL. Thanks for sharing and giving us memories of yesterday.

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How did I miss this thread? When we married, we had a wringer type washing machine and no dryer. The clothesline was in the backyard of our apartment. We shared with a neighbor. For a while, they had no washer and carried clothes to the in-laws to wash. So we made a "deal." :wink: She used our washer and did our laundry also. She spoiled me completely. When I got home from work, the laundry was done -- washed, dried on the line, and folded. How good was that. When we moved into our house, I really missed this good neighbor's "services."
We did have a clotheline at our new house. DH soon tired of going around the poles with the lawnmower, so removed it. Yes, I loved the smell of the sheets and towels.

Hanging clothes out during the sugar cane grinding season was tricky. At that time, the air is filled with soot (from the burning of the cane leaves). We had to check the wind direction before hanging out the clothes. We also checked to see if anyone in the area was burning cane that day.
[And our kids think they have a hard life. :? ] lol

As far as the drying rack goes, I had one in college; then I used it when the first baby was born. After that -- for #2 and #3 -- it was the dryer.

I remember clothes lines. My mom never had a dryer. I remember my dads pants would stand on their own when freeze dried in the winter. Thanks for the memories.

Because water was such an issue when I was growing up - and when my husband was growing up - both our mothers had wringer washers (and I did too) many loads of clothes were run through the washer and two rinses before the water was dumped.

The order of washing: barely dirty whites - Sunday shirt, dish towels,
barely dirty lights -
medium dirty mediums
not very dirty darks
the filthy farm clothes - overalls - went through last
maybe grease rags and coveralls after that - but I think they were soaked in a bucket first. The coveralls were worn until they could stand by themselves.

By this time the water was so dark -

I don't remember where the really dirty whites and lights went in the line-up. They might have been saved until the next washday.

I remember Mom handwashing quite a few things. And I remember the drying racks.

Oh my, bearisgray, I had forgotten about the order of washing. I did the same thing. Our washer was downstairs in the garage. By the time it got to the DH's heavily soiled work clothes, I was so tired going up and down the stairs (usually lugging one little one on my hip and one "in the oven" I would just let that work clothes agitate forever. He had the cleanest uniforms at the shop (he was a farm equipment/automobile mechanic). :lol: Thanks for the memory.

How about freeze dried diapers???? :lol: :lol:

Oh my gosh, I remember all those. Did 'em all growing up. Remember NOT doing any chores cuz it was Sunday (rest day) Boy that brought alot of memories. Thanks for the smile punkin.. :D

Oh my , I remember that too, til dad brought home one of those wooden stand dryer deals. Then mom would turn the oven on and put that in front of it to dry.