Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
Here is how we washed clothes back when I was little. We had a wringer washer, and it was not automatic at all. Actually, it could be a fairly dangerous piece of equipment, especially for older women with pendulous breasts. I mean that as no insult at all, but they were sort of “grabby”.
However, for folks who liked to line dry their clothes, they were the best. I shall try to include some pictures here, so here we go!