(If you don't even know what clotheslines are, better skip this.)
You had to hang the socks by the toes... NOT the top.
You hung pants by the BOTTOM/cuffs... NOT the waistbands.
You had to WASH the clothesline(s) before hanging any clothes.
You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang "whites" with "whites."
You NEVER hung a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail!
Wash day on a Monday! NEVER hang clothes on the weekend.
Hang the sheets and towels on the OUTSIDE lines so you could hide your undies."
It didn't matter if it was sub-zero weather... clothes would "freeze-dry."
ALWAYS gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes!
Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothes basket.
and ready to be ironed.
To the clothesline
a POEM
A clothesline was a news forecast, To neighbors passing by,
There were no secrets you could keep, When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link, For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by, To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the "fancy sheets", And towels upon the line;
You'd see the "company table cloths", With intricate designs.
The line announced a baby's birth, From folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes were hung, So carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could, So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed, You'd know how much they'd grown!
It also told when illness struck, As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe too, Haphazardly were strung.
It also said, "On vacation now", When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged, With not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned upon, If wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows, And looked the other way.
But clotheslines now are of the past, For dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home, Is anybody's guess!
I really miss that way of life, It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best... By what hung on the line.
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To remember times past,
Is to visit a foreign country
llamb
Loc: Northeast Ohio
We still hang our clothes "out to dry." We have three lines, one of which is higher that sheets and blankets can be hung without doubling over. My bride and I enjoy talking during the whole process. We each have our own area and items. No one ever bothers us while hanging up or taking down. The process has worked for 46 years.
You may as well bring up the finger pinching washing machine with two tubs!
I love the way towels feel when they have dried in the sunshine!!! :)
I just put me one up a couple months ago. Two big pulleys, they make 'clothesline pulleys', one pulley on the tree, one on the porch. Never had such a fancy clothesline, growing up. Plus, I'm saving polar bears, and turtles, and who knows what else?
New collar for Old Blue and a store bought haircut should complete the reformation! :lol: :lol:
What a small world!,,,(USA/UK)
When my wife was a child, this is exactly how her mother taught her to hang washing.
Even today she has a low opinion of those who leave their cloths pegs
(pins) on the line.
John. B
I hang the big things when the weather's good. It's better than spinning them in the electric dryer.
sb
Loc: Florida's East Coast
Singing Swan wrote:
I love the way towels feel when they have dried in the sunshine!!! :)
You mean like sandpaper? :) I like the freshness of a towel dried on the line, but I really prefer a towel dried in the dryer after being washed with fabric softener....
When I was a youngster we had a clothesline in our backyard. Mom would wash the clothes in a washer that reminds me of one of the autobots that you see in the movies now and then she would drag the clothes up the stairs and out to the yard and hang them up to dry. The clothes always smelled fresher when they were air dried. Unless you were downwind from a refinery. Always on Monday, that was wash day. Brings back some fond memories.
Rich
they are alway worth a picture where they still exist
That is exactly how we (five girls) were taught. Lots of panties to hide. I have a clothesline and use it routinely.
The one time in our life that my mother's father showed up at our house was a day in the middle of the week. He appeared at the kitchen door and looked through the screen at his daughter doing laundry and said, "Your mother would do that on Monday."
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