Wringer Washer

Our dryer died last week and thankfully we were able to find a new one but it got me thinking about when I grew up.

I grew up in the country and we never had a dryer. We had a huge outside line that my Mom would use all year (frozen jeans were a treat) or sometimes she would hang things in the basement.

We also had a wringer washer that I was fascinated with and I’m pretty sure at one point I may have stuck my hand into the wringers (when it wasn’t running) and my Dad had to help pull it out.

This machine is pretty similar to what we had.

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This post was written by Dave Palmer