It's Week 14 of our Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Follow along each Sunday as we write and sometimes share, our memories of childhood. Your descendants will be so thankful that you did!
I don't know how or where she did the laundry before my dad and brother dug a basement for our house but once we had a basement, the wringer-washer had a place of pride near a newly-installed laundry tub.
Every weekend we kids would lug the bedding and dirty clothes downstairs and into the basement. Mother worked in "the City" as a secretary so weekends were the only time free. It took all day for her to wash the clothes and hang them out on the line to dry.
The best part for me was watching her put the wet clothes through the wringer. I loved that silly wringer! I wanted so badly to do that but mother wouldn't let me until I was about 10 years old. Then I think she was glad to step back and let me go to it! My job then was to take the wet clothes one load at a time and put them through the wringer, then into a clothes basket.
Mother then took the basket outside but once I was a bit older, my job was to hang everything up on the line. Either my sister or I would bring the clothes in a day or so later. In winter they looked so funny because they were often frozen solid! So they were in the shapes of the clothing which always struck me as humourous.
I remember once in June my sister brought the drying in but I guess she didn't shake it before putting it in the basket. When she got dressed she started to scream because a June bug was inside her underwear.
But I did love laundry day with all it's clean smells and sloshing sounds plus that wonderful lovely wringer.