tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post2646503316478774751..comments2023-06-14T04:13:03.470-07:00Comments on Deb Gould: CLOTHESPINS....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-31355216431788411252017-05-18T08:10:16.058-07:002017-05-18T08:10:16.058-07:00I remember when my mother got her right arm caught...I remember when my mother got her right arm caught in the ringer. She yelled but didn't cry. Thank goodness my father was home and could extricate her arm. She was bruised but nothing broken.<br />After that my mother got a new washing machine.Helen Rousseauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04364200577048275659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-30419254858642069152017-05-18T08:07:20.573-07:002017-05-18T08:07:20.573-07:00I just love your descriptions that bring me into t...I just love your descriptions that bring me into that moment.Helen Rousseauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04364200577048275659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-3795086049758662492017-05-02T07:51:47.945-07:002017-05-02T07:51:47.945-07:00I remember those old wringer/washers, too! We had ...I remember those old wringer/washers, too! We had one that had a motor for the washer, but we had to crank the wringer by hand...and that was MY job...I took it quite seriously!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-32602719928076118822017-04-30T11:39:25.005-07:002017-04-30T11:39:25.005-07:00I don't remember clothes pins from my childhoo...I don't remember clothes pins from my childhood, but I distinctly recall the old washing machine with its exposed electric motor below the machine's tub, grinding away noisily.. I remember watching with fasination as the wash was fed, one piece at a time so the rollers wouldn't jam, out of the wash tub, through the rim mounted wringer and into a seperate rinse tub set on a stool. The wringer was them swung to the side, and the wash was fed once more from rinse tub to a basket, to be taken out back and pinned to the clothes line, strung from a tree to a corner of the house. Ahh, the good old days!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-35914382263940769172017-04-30T11:28:59.443-07:002017-04-30T11:28:59.443-07:00Hmmmm...maybe the sun is the fire, the laundry yar...Hmmmm...maybe the sun is the fire, the laundry yard is the earth...and the whop/whop/whop of my sneakers was running like the wind!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-7333792627726155012017-04-30T11:17:48.651-07:002017-04-30T11:17:48.651-07:00Your right Deb .A Feast for the senses! a Perfect...Your right Deb .A Feast for the senses!<i> a Perfect Storm</i> of all the <i>Elements</i> Except [hopefully] <i>Fire</i>!tonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03746435400444226665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-75006107386399545282017-04-30T04:56:16.545-07:002017-04-30T04:56:16.545-07:00I knew that! I love that on one side of the Atlant...I knew that! I love that on one side of the Atlantic we call them clothes "pins," on the other, it might be "pegs." Ahhhh....the nuances of language!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-54448786603552796452017-04-30T04:55:29.069-07:002017-04-30T04:55:29.069-07:00I have a dryer, too, but I still hang the laundry ...I have a dryer, too, but I still hang the laundry outside when I can...there's something about it that speaks of "home."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-65005533821476118272017-04-30T04:54:19.177-07:002017-04-30T04:54:19.177-07:00It got cold up here sometimes, too, Gail; I rememb...It got cold up here sometimes, too, Gail; I remember bending the sheets to get them through the door; we draped them on the stair railings until they softened up!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-50288334285149588152017-04-30T04:53:02.050-07:002017-04-30T04:53:02.050-07:00Amazing, isn't it, Mike? Such a common experie...Amazing, isn't it, Mike? Such a common experience for so many of us: laundry lines, smells, sunshine...grandmothers!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-85092429961182067542017-04-30T04:37:31.078-07:002017-04-30T04:37:31.078-07:00Sorry - that should have, of course, read as &quo...Sorry - that should have, of course, read as "clothe pins" on the first line of my comment! ScotSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-10084195191458054322017-04-30T04:34:49.144-07:002017-04-30T04:34:49.144-07:00Loved your history of clothes lines - clothe puns ...Loved your history of clothes lines - clothe puns was a new term to me too. I remember as children we used my mother's drying rack as the frame for a tent. At our last house I had an old fashioned pulley for hanging up clothes inside and here in Scotland we still use washing lines outside - though it used to be frowned on if you put out washing on a Sunday. Clothe pegs were a great little toy for toddlers - my daughter and granddaughter enjoyed playing with them and sorting them into colours. Now I have a tumble dryer and a whirly - I agree with Mike there is something satisfying in seeing washing blowing in the wind on a sunny day. <br /><br />ScotSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-86471974321315111962017-04-29T21:59:06.368-07:002017-04-29T21:59:06.368-07:00My grandmother grew up in Utah and she used to tel...My grandmother grew up in Utah and she used to tell me about remembering to bring the laundry in off the clothesline in the winter before it froze because if it froze and they happened to drop something like a tablecloth or sheet it could actually break apart into pieces! Now that's COLD!!!La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-14189209021098651252017-04-29T19:56:37.432-07:002017-04-29T19:56:37.432-07:00Well done! You've really captured the hidden s...Well done! You've really captured the hidden senses of memory in describing the smell and sound of the wash line. The flapping of clothes on the line is a vivid early sound for me. And the clear aroma of soap and sunshine on sheets is a scent evocative of my grandmother. Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-53494761054561199892017-04-29T19:33:43.326-07:002017-04-29T19:33:43.326-07:00My mother had one of those poles; I remember not s...My mother had one of those poles; I remember not setting it correctly once -- all the laundry hit the ground. She was NOT pleased...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-19248404916079099092017-04-29T19:33:03.054-07:002017-04-29T19:33:03.054-07:00That's a wonderful story! Clothes "pegs;&...That's a wonderful story! Clothes "pegs;" interesting term, but makes as much sense as "pins," I guess...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-1245140204871945472017-04-29T16:39:18.048-07:002017-04-29T16:39:18.048-07:00It sure was great to slip between the sheets that ...It sure was great to slip between the sheets that brought sun and fresh air into a bedroom! And I remember a long pole that enabled me to lift the line up so the sheets didn't drag on the ground!Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-34447050694711764612017-04-29T14:26:55.821-07:002017-04-29T14:26:55.821-07:00Here in Australia we call them clothes pegs, not p...Here in Australia we call them clothes pegs, not pins. I remember hearing a story of a kindly older lady who gathered in her neighbours' washing one day when it began to rain while they were away at work, except for the man's underwear, because she couldn't bring herself to touch those items!Jofeathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.com