When I was really young, growing up in the Midwest in the 1960's, I remember having a clothesline in the yard and my mother hanging clothes to dry. Since that time, we always had and used a dryer. Clotheslines must have meant "can't afford a dryer" or something.
From 1995-1997 I lived in Tucson, Arizona with my aunt and uncle and my aunt dried her laundry in that hot desert sun. I loved it! Instead of hearing the dryer whirring, we stood out in the sun and listened to things like birds and dogs barking, kids playing. I loved it!
My yard in Colorado is landscaped. The clotheslines that every house used to have was cut down from my yard, the ends of the metal pipe were in my garden until a landscaping project removed the last sign of those times.
Yesterday, one of our first warm days here, I decided to resurrect the clothesline! Granted, it is not the most beautiful line but it works. I tried 3 loads of laundry yesterday in the sun. I like that it's up against the blooming lilacs, maybe it will make my sheets smell like lilac?
My husband is from Cuba. He said "Why are drying things like in Cuba?" hehehe
2 comments:
Mary,
My grandmother lived in Park Hill for her whole life (17th and Jasmine!) and she had a clothesline in the backyard. As a kid I thought the same thing - clothesline and no dryer = poor. But, I loved seeing the clothes out there and running under the sheets and playing hide and seek. As an adult I look back and realize that it really was fun, simple little thing that you just don't see anymore.
I live in Portugal and here everyone has a clothesline! I have a dryer but I have never used it, can you believe me? When it's raining I hang my clothes on a portable clothesline in the kitchen.
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