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I got my arm caught in one of these bastards when I was a kid! 😢
rurallib
(62,491 posts)Floyd R. Turbo
(26,761 posts)rurallib
(62,491 posts)learning a new trick, you know.
She showed me how to put the clothes in the wringer and turn it on.
She said nothing about letting go of the clothes as they went through the wringer.
One of those learning experiences.........
Floyd R. Turbo
(26,761 posts)niyad
(113,995 posts)PoindexterOglethorpe
(25,931 posts)And it was my younger brother who got his arm caught.
It was so incredibly labor intensive, and there were six of us kids, that by about 1960 my mom simply went to a laundromat once a week. Everything could be washed and dried in a couple of hours. No more hanging wet laundry out to freeze in the middle of a northern New York State winter.
Floyd R. Turbo
(26,761 posts)madamesilverspurs
(15,821 posts)that extended out of the side. I "helped" by jumping up to grab the crank handle and pull it down, Mom would complete its rotation and we'd repeat the process. Good thing I wasn't tall enough to reach the rollers, no doubt I would have mangled myself!
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Floyd R. Turbo
(26,761 posts)Glorfindel
(9,750 posts)It sat on the back porch, and I gave it a wide berth, fearful that it would reach out and grab one of my arms, mangling me all the way through it. The reason that it was hardly ever used, was that my parents owned and operated a dry-cleaners and laundry. By the time my father got tired of picking up and delivering clothes (he bought a couple of paint and hardware stores to keep himself occupied), we had an automatic washer and dryer. They weren't scary at all. But I will always love the smell of sheets and pillowcases dried on a line in the sun. To me, that's the true definition of "fresh."