LAUNDRY MEMORIES in Postcards 4

1966: The flower child. Photo: Charlie Davis.

I’m so glad you all are enjoying my old photographs. Some are crooked, some are blurred, and others are so far away in memory they don’t exist any longer. I’m enjoying them too.

It’s a rather exciting day today….I’m doing laundry. Now don’t laugh. I’m taking Bob Woodward’s, and other’s memories, and sitting outside the garage in the shade. A week’s worth of dirty clothing, towels, and sheets, are going around and around in machines. Machines that require no participation.

My mother’s wash, and Peg Clark’s across the street, went into a wringer washer. Peg also put her son’s grey, uniform pants in wire hanger things that hung out in the sun to dry. The hangers stretched the pants into shape and gave them a crease too. No ironing. Mother saved her soul by having first Dolly then Kathy to do the wash…and ironing. I just run things in the dryer with a dryer sheet and hang them up as they come out of the dryers.

What do you do with your laundry? Or do you have a laundry memory or two?
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• Himself: Had the decorative jewelry appraised: Turkish, silver, garnet red stones and no diamonds. Ate dinner wandering through the Wednesday OB Farmer’s Market.


• Myself: Got all the official paperwork returned to where it came. Had fun rolling through the street market.


• Reading: FEAR…fascinating stuff.


• Gratitude’s: As always G, and especially my friend DeAnna….for the birthday card.