“I’ve buried a lot of my laundry in the back yard.”

It will be warm and humid today, no surprise there, but the morning is still cool. It has become a ritual of sorts for me to open the doors and windows in the morning then close them to the heat of the afternoon when I turn on the AC. It is nap time for all the animals. Fern sleeps in the sun streaming through the front door while Gracie and Maddie are comfortable on the couch.

The day is pretty quiet right now. The birds aren’t singing, the leaves aren’t blowing and none of the kids from down the street are outside playing or riding their bikes. Today is their last day of summer. School starts tomorrow. Tonight will be bath night and then early to bed.

The first load of laundry is done and needs to go into the dryer. I gave in finally.

When I was a kid, the washing machine was in the cellar right next to the deep sink. It was a white wringer, the same as everyone else’s washing machine. My mother did several loads a week of laundry. It was a process. The clothes were spun in the soapy water in the barrel-like part by the agitator and then my mother put the clothes through the wringer, sometimes twice, to get rid of the excess water. Finally the clothes went hung to dry on the outside lines no matter the season. I used to like to watch my mother wring the clothes. Our machine was electric so she just fed the clothes to the rollers. I had a déjà vu moment when I first made pasta. My mother and her washing machine jumped into my head when I put the dough through the rollers. It was the same process. You even had to dry the dough.

I have it easy and I still procrastinate.

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6 Comments on ““I’ve buried a lot of my laundry in the back yard.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    We have autumn e´weather here today and not even the dogs seemed to mind that I refused to take a walk in this weather 🙂

    We also had one ofd those wasching machies at home but ours stood in the kitchen. I’m not sure why we had that one because all apartment buildings have big laundry rooms everyone can use. Still I liked to see how she used the wringer too 🙂

    After the clothes were washed they could be hung outside where they had put up long lines between several linden trees. One problem with that though because it was also the playground for all the kids living there and not all washed clothes came in clean after drying there 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I just turned the AC on as the house is hot. I was out doing some errands which made me feel even hotter. A cold drink is helping.

      In our Cape house the washer and dryer were in the kitchen because we had no cellar. I wouldn’t mind having mine there as I would be more prone to doing my wash.

      Behind every house was a paved square, and the poles were imbedded in the tar. I think each side of the duplex had two or three lines. We liked to walk through the sheets. My mother always yelled.

      Have a wonderful evening.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    My mother had a white wringer washer, too. Electric. It stood in the pantry next to the sink because that was where it drained. We would stand around and watch the machine do its work. I got my hair caught in the wringers once and my brothers got their fingers caught in them at least once each.
    Standing in that pantry, now, I don’t know how my mother, three kids, the washing machine, the laundry and whatever else was in there fit into that tiny space. I go in there with just one small dog on my heels and it’s overcrowded

    I’m aestivating in the AC for the rest of the week, I think.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      My mother’s was also electric, but she still had to feed the clothes. I was once a camp counselor and one of my kids had the worst scars on his whole arm which he had gotten caught in the rollers.

      I’ll be right with you! My AC is now on, and I can feel the house cooling. I have nothing to do until movie night on Saturday. Peapod came yesterday so I have groceries- yup I’m set for the week.

      Have a great evening

  3. Bob Says:

    My mother’s white washing machine didn’t have the wringer. This machine had the spin cycle. It was a top loader and it connected to the faucet and drain in the kitchen sink. We lived in apartments and she hung the wash out on the clothesline. Then she had to iron everything. My father took his dress shirts to the laundry and they came back folded around a sheet of cardboard and a paper ribbon held the shirt together. Wash and wear cloths didn’t appear until the early 60s. When we moved into our house in 1955 my mother had a front loading washer and a dryer which were permanently set up in our utility room next to the kitchen. Ironing was still required. Today, I don’t even think we own an iron.

    • katry Says:

      My mother would get a more modern machine when we moved to the cape. She also got a dryer at the same time though she still loved to dry sheets outside.

      My mother also ironed, and my Dad took his shirts to the Chinaman as he called the laundry. He too had all his dress shirts done there. We used to use that cardboard for crafts.

      I have an iron which was given to me in 1977 as a house warming present.

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