II remembers some of those rules. My grandma had a wringer washer in the basement, where she heated water in a large copper vessel on the old wood stove. She changed the water for the dark stuff. I think she only used bleach for the light stuff. The water went into a floor drain. The wringer was dangerous, and as a kid I stayed far away from it. Clothes got very clean, that I remember! Everything was hung outside to dry, as I recall, whenever possible. In the middle of winter, it hung by the wood stove on the basement. Clothes did smell wonderful, everything, but especially the sheets. Hanging everything was a pain, however, and I always chose the clothespins with the springs because the other ones would pop off the line. They were good for making little dolls 😊, but that’s about it. Also, there were no high efficiency machines back then, so we went through a lot of Tide.
My grandmother talked about having a wringer washer.
I always think about the saying "being put through the wringer" I think few would understand that.
I have said that without much thought myself.
Thanks for the restack, Jane! I appreciate it!
I said something about "dialing the phone" to a grandkid and got the strangest look. thanks for stopping by, Jane! Have a wonderful day! 💜☺️
Too funny! I hope you enjoyed your day, Mary!
Mary, my grandmother also had wringer-washer in her kitchen. Curious silly me tried to put my hand in.
I was always tempted too. Silly us! Thanks for reading and commenting Kathleen. ☺️
You’re welcome, Mary
My grandmother told the wringer-washer arm story too... I always wondered if the cousin connection was literal or parable.
Small world this. Thanks for stopping by, Kim!
II remembers some of those rules. My grandma had a wringer washer in the basement, where she heated water in a large copper vessel on the old wood stove. She changed the water for the dark stuff. I think she only used bleach for the light stuff. The water went into a floor drain. The wringer was dangerous, and as a kid I stayed far away from it. Clothes got very clean, that I remember! Everything was hung outside to dry, as I recall, whenever possible. In the middle of winter, it hung by the wood stove on the basement. Clothes did smell wonderful, everything, but especially the sheets. Hanging everything was a pain, however, and I always chose the clothespins with the springs because the other ones would pop off the line. They were good for making little dolls 😊, but that’s about it. Also, there were no high efficiency machines back then, so we went through a lot of Tide.