My mother ruled the cleaning with the strictness of a sergeant major. No washing machines in our house until 1968, why would she need one she had daughters… Laundry wasn’t ever done on a Sunday and had to be on the line before 7.30 in the morning, Monday for linens, the clothes washed every/any day except Sundays.
A Burco boiler with its tin lid and a large pair of wooden tongs sat in the washroom. Tongs were used to pull the boiling sheets and tea towels from the boiler which was cloudy with soap, in to the sink of waiting cold rinse water. Next to the Burco was a spin dryer that moved around at will, we would sit or lay on it to stop it from pulling the plug from the wall. (No we didn’t sit on it for any other reason). Wooden pegs called dollies were used to hold the items on the line and beware of mother if you forgot to wash the line first. The line is a bit fuzzy, I remember it tied to a ring on the house and across to a post on the far side of the garden, I think a sort of bailing twine… A skinny long branch with a Y at the top was used to higher and lower the line. Being small I didn’t hang out, my sisters were taller so they did. I still fail to understand why legs were slapped for putting pegs in the wrong place. I apparently still hang out incorrectly, so Mother said last year when we all mucked in the morning after Dad died.
Photo borrowed from internet no identification of origin.
*shivering *
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“I apparently still hang out incorrectly, so Mother said last year” – I’m laughing although I also know this is not actually funny if you’re on the receiving end..
Beautifully to the point 🙂
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Crazy how a grown strong woman can be immediately taken back to childhood with a few words … by one old person
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Oh yes.. And even just a look sometimes!
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Thanks for your time Charli , it is a memory that children today – despite gender, won’t have.
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Great memory, though perhaps not a pleasant one for the daughters who did the laundry! 🙂
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Ellen thank you so much for joining in. I remember those dolly pegs although my Mother didn’t use them preferring the wooden ones with springs. Your description of the soapy boiling water reminds of the feel of the nappy soaking buckets full of slime. It is funny how we all have our own way of hanging clothes and I’m like your Mum, I insist all my washing is hung my way.
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You are welcome. Thank you for commenting. Yuk! can smell those buckets now.😨😱:o
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Lovely… A glimpse into a forgotten art.
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No not forgotton… tough I’ve tried.😄😉
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What an odd thing to be so obsessive about. Oh well, I wasn’t there so I shouldn’t be the one to judge.
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Mmm. Odd a good description. Thanks for coming Josh.
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I agree – a lovely post!
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Oh, wow, unfamiliar to me, guess I was very lucky growing up. Now my LG lipstick red washer and dryer have So many settings I don’t know what some are for and no, not going to get the book out!
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Me neither, instruction manuals the last book to be read by me. We obviously are not linear learners. 😇 giggery pokery ones… maybe.
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Maybe 😉
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Tongs. I forgot the tongs! And the science of pegging. Why was that so important I wonder? Lovely post .
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Your comments are much appreciated, I didn’t forget the slapped legs in a hurry though
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