I'm going to whine a bit about the everyday, mundane things…like laundry. I am fortunate enough to live in a senior's apartment building where there is no washer and dryer hook-up. The laundry room is just at the end of my building and around the corner. Nice new washers and dryers, but they cost.
Unlike having a washer and dryer in my home where I could throw a load in the washer at any hour, I have to share two washers and dryers with thirty-two units (told you I needed to whine). Now I try to do all my laundry in one afternoon and be done with it for the entire week.
This begrudged household chore, and a newspaper article a week ago, brings to mind the pleasures of sheets and pillowcases hanging on the line soaking up the sunshine-fresh-air-smell that I used to love and miss very much. I didn't save the article and it was one of those that I wished I had now. People don't "hang" laundry out to dry anymore. Or so I thought, until I read this article. There should be a revolution. The world wants us to save energy (you know the fossil fuel guzzling power plant kind), so if this so important to global warming why can't we have a choice to "hang or not to hang" in our communities. I realize that apartment life is different, but most of the homes in town, especially the new developments, are restricted from hanging their undies out to dry. One has to take a long drive in the country to see clothes hanging on a line anymore.
I read a blogg the other night that was very much like the experiences I had had growing up, helping my grandmother on washdays (sorry I don't remember which blogg site I was reading, but you'll know who you are if you visit me again). The galvanized tubs of very hot water, the wringer attached to its side, the clothesline…washdays were always an all day affair. Not that I want to do all that again. There are just sweet memories. I like the modern conveniences we have to day.
Even when we I lived in a trailer park outside of Anchorage, Alaska when I was six, we had outdoor community lines in the summer months and in the winter months there was this huge building filled with clothes lines like we had outdoors, only dozens of them lined up the way dryers are in Laundromats these days. There were large floor vents that blew hot air under the clotheslines, which I'm sure was not energy efficient at all. And as a young wife and mother I didn't always have a dryer and when I did, I preferred to hang the clothes outside whenever possible.
Anyway, this article in the newspaper was for "hanging," as a way to save energy, and I am, too. Well, to a point, guess. I am older now, and have trouble with arthritis, and few other itises, but give me a sunny day, and I'd be out there hanging my sheets and pillowcases in the breeze.
I read a blogg the other night that was very much like the experiences I had had growing up, helping my grandmother on washdays (sorry I don't remember which blogg site I was reading, but you'll know who you are if you visit me again). The galvanized tubs of very hot water, the wringer attached to its side, the clothesline…washdays were always an all day affair. Not that I want to do all that again. There are just sweet memories. I like the modern conveniences we have to day.
Even when we I lived in a trailer park outside of Anchorage, Alaska when I was six, we had outdoor community lines in the summer months and in the winter months there was this huge building filled with clothes lines like we had outdoors, only dozens of them lined up the way dryers are in Laundromats these days. There were large floor vents that blew hot air under the clotheslines, which I'm sure was not energy efficient at all. And as a young wife and mother I didn't always have a dryer and when I did, I preferred to hang the clothes outside whenever possible.
Anyway, this article in the newspaper was for "hanging," as a way to save energy, and I am, too. Well, to a point, guess. I am older now, and have trouble with arthritis, and few other itises, but give me a sunny day, and I'd be out there hanging my sheets and pillowcases in the breeze.
After posting this picture I realized that might have been the last time I hung laundry out to dry. That was 1986.
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