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Post by def6 on Feb 7, 2016 10:09:11 GMT -5
Really!  I have this video bookmarked for a good kick up the backside when I need one. |
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Post by sue5000 on Feb 7, 2016 10:20:21 GMT -5
Thanks for that video, def6! I will never complain again either! |
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Post by def6 on Feb 7, 2016 10:22:06 GMT -5
I will run and put a load on right now...  |
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Post by sue5000 on Feb 7, 2016 10:46:35 GMT -5
I'm washing a few things out in the bathroom sink!  |
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Post by def6 on Feb 7, 2016 17:26:49 GMT -5
OK I'll wash some delicates in the sink.  |
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Post by imamess on Feb 7, 2016 19:05:06 GMT -5
I can barely remember my mother boiling clothes in a wash kettle over a fire outside. That was no joke either.
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Post by def6 on Feb 8, 2016 13:29:28 GMT -5
Hello ImA,
I thought we were in the stone ages…when I was little , we hung out our wash on the line to dry and Dad had to haul the garbage to the dump.
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Post by sue5000 on Feb 8, 2016 13:42:21 GMT -5
def6, I still hang my wash out on the line to dry or inside on a wooden drying rack in the winter, and imamess hauls all her trash away!
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Post by imamess on Feb 8, 2016 13:42:42 GMT -5
Well, if I could get some clotheslines put up, I would hang mine out now and I still have to haul my garbage to the dump. Does that mean I live in the Stone Age?  |
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Post by def6 on Feb 8, 2016 15:44:31 GMT -5
(gasp)
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Post by sue5000 on Feb 9, 2016 11:29:05 GMT -5
About 40 years ago, I used to help an elderly neighbor lady do her washing. She had an OLD wringer washer in her unfinished basement. Wringer washers were typical back in this era. After the clothes were washed, we had to pull the clothes out of the hot water with a sturdy wooden stick to feed into the wringer. And again, after the rinse. Then we hauled everything up the steps in wicker baskets and outside to hang it all on the line in the back yard. I was a teenager then, and I recall it was hard work, but it's still a fond memory.  Our family helped her quite a bit. Getting her groceries for her was another thing we did. Every Saturday - that was grocery shopping day. My mom would tell one of us kids to run over to fetch her grocery list in the morning. After returning with the list, we'd gather round to try to decipher it because the lady's handwriting was pretty shaky. Sometimes there were other odd chores we did. Like cutting her toenails for her. That was the one thing none of us kids volunteered for! The lady really appreciated all we did for her. She often paid us back with a nice coffeecake when she baked once a month. |
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