The bell on our new washer really intrigued me. Around 1950 we finally got an actual automatic washing machine. You’d plug it in, turn it to “start” and then you could walk away while it swirled the ...

Way back in time I wrote a column about wash day in my family when I was a young boy. I recalled the log cabin that my father built back in the mid 20s and the fast moving spring running beside it ...

“See that?” I asked, pointing at a TV ad for major appliances. “If we ever have to get a new washer and dryer, that’s the color I want!” They were deep blue, and I heard a choir of angels singing.

A Neighbors item about the old wash days and the wringer washers and clotheslines led Ray Hubbard, Fargo, to write that the story brought back memories for him. "I can see my mother doing it over and ...

“Took a risk washing my clothes when there was a chance of rain. I put it all on the line.” I was looking out my window near my desk at a neighbor’s house, watching banners hanging on the porch wave ...

The wringer-washer was the first to go, praise be to God from whom all blessings flow, when my uncle bought Grandmomma a washer-dryer combination. The pleasure that she took in it helped me understand ...

“A few words about washing,” the Lewes newspaper, Breakwater Light, commented in 1873, “Put your clothes in a good suds the day before washing, in the morning wash out of the water, warming it by the ...