As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
Enjoy
Lew
------------------------------------------
Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
Remember?
You have to be a certain age to appreciate this.
I can hear my mother now......
THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES:
(If you don't know what clotheslines are, better skip this)
1. You had to wash the clothes line before hanging any clothes - walk
the
entire lengths of each line with a damp
cloth around the lines.
2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang
"whites" with "whites," and hang them first.
3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail!.
What
would the neighbors think?
4. Wash day on a Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the weekend, or
Sunday, for Heaven's sake!
5. Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you could hide
your "unmentionables" in the middle (perverts & busybodies, y'know!)
6. It didn't matter if it was sub zero weather ... clothes would
"freeze-dry."
7. Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes! Pins
left on the lines were "tacky!"
8. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each
item
did not need two clothes pins, but shared
one of the clothes pins with the next washed item.
9. Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the
clothes
basket, and ready to be ironed.
10. IRONED?! Well, that's a whole other subject!
A POEM
A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by,
There no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the "fancy sheets"
And towels upon the line;
You'd see the "company table cloths"
With intricate designs.
The line announced a baby's birth
From folks who lived inside -
As brand new infant clothes were hung,
So carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed,
You'd know how much they'd grown!
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It also said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way .. .
But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess!
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign.
When neighbors knew each other best,
By what hung on the line.
"JKevorkian" <[email protected]> wrote
>
> When I was a kid , there was a locomotive roundhouse across the street
> from our
> house. It seems the railroad company had a sinister streak in timing when
> they
> decided to turn the engines around - just after 8 AM - when all the
> neighborhood
> moms had their laundry out on the lines. The soot belching out of those
> engines
> would coat all the clothes in the area.
The moms never figured they should wait a while?
On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>
>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>> no
>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>environment except during forest fires.
>---------------------------------------------
>As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>
>Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
>
>Lew
>
>
>
I have not seen an aluminum clothes line, bare or not, in over 30
years.
On Sat, 15 May 2010 22:45:03 -0500, "[email protected]"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>>> no
>>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>>environment except during forest fires.
When I was a kid , there was a locomotive roundhouse across the street from our
house. It seems the railroad company had a sinister streak in timing when they
decided to turn the engines around - just after 8 AM - when all the neighborhood
moms had their laundry out on the lines. The soot belching out of those engines
would coat all the clothes in the area.
On May 12, 7:34=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and no
need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
environment except during forest fires.
Luigi
Growing up on the East Coast, sun-dried
clothing during a nasty freeze would mean
that my jeans would be stiff - frozen solid.
We would bring them into the house to
thaw. After awhile, my brothers and I
would try to squeeze into them.
My mother, I think, would line dry our
clothes until I went into the Army (1966).
When I got back home after a trip to
that vacation spot knows as South Vietnam,
she had a drier.
MJ
On 2010-05-12 22:34:04 -0400, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> said:
> 4. Wash day on a Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the weekend, or
>
> Sunday, for Heaven's sake!
Way back when, just after the stae capitol of Indiana had been moved
from Corydon to Indianapolis, the governor's "mansion" was smack dab in
the middle of "The Mile Square". (The mile square was just that --
about 8 blocks by 8 blocks and bounded by North, South, East, and West
Streets.)
Since the governor's home was on the circle that would later become the
site of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument honoring Civil War dead,
there was no way to hide the drying laundry from the public's eyes.
Needless to say, the governor's home was soon relocated...
Well, that's the way I heard it.
On 2010-05-12 22:34:04 -0400, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> said:
> I really miss that way of life.
> It was a friendly sign.
>
> When neighbors knew each other best,
> By what hung on the line.
That sounds as folksy as any lines from the Hoosier Pederast, er, Poet,
James Whitcomb Riley.
"When the frost is on the punkin..."
"Robatoy" wrote in
Those detergent companies have been trying to duplicate that smell for
eons.
Sundried sheets at the cottage, after having been washed in lake
water, with just a hint of pine.
===================
My grandmoter has a circular closthesline installed on a truck axle. She
could stand in one place and put all the closthes up. There were wild rose
bushes growing just to one side, down a hill. There was a huge area of
these wild rose bushes. She used to pick the rose hips and make tea from
them. During certain parts of the year, these plants would impart their
scent to the clothes.
"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
> no
need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
environment except during forest fires.
---------------------------------------------
As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
Lew
On Thu, 13 May 2010 11:47:57 -0500, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>>
>>> Enjoy
>>>
>>> Lew
>>> ------------------------------------------
>>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>>
>>
>> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>
>Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
>anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
>sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
>my fondest memories of growing up.
Hah!!! All y'all are gettin' feeble minded in your dotage if you have fond
memories of clotheslines. Hated the damn things. Don't you remember the
wasps nests that would be built in the hollow ends of the T shaped clothes posts
made from pipe? I always found a nest or two each year after being sentenced to
laundry detail. Damn things stung the hell out of me. Always got stung again
when I had to go back out and kill them. Great big bumps all over my face and
arms covered with some smelly yellow poultice and Maw hollerin' fer me to "Man
up!" as I drug a chair and a tennis racket out to do hand-to-hand combat with
the SOB's. Maw would sit out on her rocker hollerin' advice like "You missed
one!" every time she'd see me jump and curse after I'd attempted to backhand
one. This would be considered traumatic for an 8 year old today. Buncha
pansies.
And hide-n-seek. Didn't ya ever play hide-n-seek? Don't you remember really
hauling ass for home base and only be a dozen steps away when all of a sudden
something grabs you by the throat so hard and fast that your head stops but your
feet are still running. They fly up into a horizontal, or perhaps even about a
45 degree angle if you really had built up a head of speed. The damn clothes
line stretches like a bow string, then retracts slamming your body to the
ground, sometimes so fast that your feet are still trying to get you to home
base. When you can breathe again you find that you are "IT", and have a really
neat burn mark across your throat to show off at school in the morning.
The parents evilly sited all clotheslines such that there was at least one in
every outfield, no matter how we tried to configure a baseball diamond in the
six or eight back yards all the kids used as a playground. Replay the
hide-n-seek experience for what happens when running to catch a fly ball. Ditto
come football season.
No, I have a lot of memories of clotheslines, but no good ones. Well, except
when it happened to someone else, of course.
Regards,
Roy
On May 18, 6:31=A0am, Han <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote innews:[email protected]=
nal-september.org:
>
>
>
>
>
> > "Han" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> >news:[email protected]...
> >> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in news:hsq4fh$osd$1
> >> @news.eternal-september.org:
>
> >>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
> >>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>
> >> When I was a little kid in Holland everyone heated their homes with
> >> nice British anthracite (sp?). =A0Black-dusted coaldeliverers brought
> >> the coal. No soot whatsoever, but yearly chimneycleaning was
> >> obligatory.
>
> > Was it horse and cart delivery? Delivery man had a big leather patch
> > on the back of his jacket.
>
> I think by that time the coal man delivered by truck. =A0The milk man had=
a
> couple of ponies and a cart for decades later.
>
> --
> Best regards
> Han
> email address is invalid
Our milkman moved into the modern age by using a covered trailer that
he pulled with a motorized front wheel.
http://www.iisg.nl/collections/ahf/11674.php
The bread man had a 'bak fiets.
http://www.sparkdesign.nl/user_files/image/BabboeBig.jpg
On May 13, 12:47=A0pm, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
> On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>
> > Lew Hodgett wrote:
> >> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>
> >> Enjoy
>
> >> Lew
> >> ------------------------------------------
> >> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>
> > The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>
> Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
> anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
> sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
> my fondest memories of growing up.
>
> --www.e-woodshop.net
> Last update: 4/15/2010
> KarlC@ (the obvious)
Those detergent companies have been trying to duplicate that smell for
eons.
Sundried sheets at the cottage, after having been washed in lake
water, with just a hint of pine.
On May 13, 2:53=A0pm, "Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*[email protected]>
wrote:
> "Robatoy" =A0wrote in
>
> Those detergent companies have been trying to duplicate that smell for
> eons.
> Sundried sheets at the cottage, after having been washed in lake
> water, with just a hint of pine.
> =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
>
> My grandmoter has a circular closthesline installed on a truck axle. She
> could stand in one place and put all the closthes up. =A0There were wild =
rose
> bushes growing just to one side, down a hill. =A0There was a huge area of
> these wild rose bushes. She used to pick the rose hips and make tea from
> them. =A0During certain parts of the year, these plants would impart thei=
r
> scent to the clothes.
I read a study one time (I'm sure it can be found via Da Big Goog)
which found that as memory triggers, certain scents can be very
powerful.
On Sat, 15 May 2010 21:05:47 -0400, in rec.woodworking you wrote:
>On Fri, 14 May 2010 23:24:08 -0500, Roy <[email protected]>
>wrote:
>
>>On Thu, 13 May 2010 11:47:57 -0500, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>>
>>>On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>>>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>>>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>>>>
>>>>> Enjoy
>>>>>
>>>>> Lew
>>>>> ------------------------------------------
>>>>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>>>
>>And hide-n-seek. Didn't ya ever play hide-n-seek? Don't you remember really
>>hauling ass for home base and only be a dozen steps away when all of a sudden
>>something grabs you by the throat so hard and fast that your head stops but your
>>feet are still running. They fly up into a horizontal, or perhaps even about a
>>45 degree angle if you really had built up a head of speed. The damn clothes
>>line stretches like a bow string, then retracts slamming your body to the
>>ground, sometimes so fast that your feet are still trying to get you to home
>>base. When you can breathe again you find that you are "IT", and have a really
>>neat burn mark across your throat to show off at school in the morning.
>>
>>The parents evilly sited all clotheslines such that there was at least one in
>>every outfield, no matter how we tried to configure a baseball diamond in the
>>six or eight back yards all the kids used as a playground. Replay the
>>hide-n-seek experience for what happens when running to catch a fly ball. Ditto
>>come football season.
>>
>>No, I have a lot of memories of clotheslines, but no good ones. Well, except
>>when it happened to someone else, of course.
>>
>>Regards,
>>Roy
>That's why the clothes line of my youth was mounted on a big high
>telephone pole at the outer end, and on an "elevator" at the house end
>- when up it was about 12 feet above ground at the terrace end, and
>better than 25 feet up over the yard/garden.
You and Swingman must have been born with stilts on. My Mom is about 5'3" and
my Granny was about 5' even. Clothes lines at both houses were strung up for
them, not anybody else. They often threatened to string up some of us kids, but
never quite got around to it.
I'd guess that the posts were just a bit over 5 feet tall, and the lines sagged
to eye level on the ladies, or a bit lower. Each line had at least one
clothesline prop, and probably more. I can verify that every single clothesline
in our neighborhood hung at neck level for an 8-10 Y.O. kid who was running flat
out in the dark (or in daylight chasing a fly ball or a forward pass). Lot of
us came to school on Monday with big red lines across our throats and lumps on
the back of the head.
Regards,
Roy
On May 18, 6:31=A0am, Han <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote innews:[email protected]=
nal-september.org:
>
>
>
> > "Han" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> >news:[email protected]...
> >> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in news:hsq4fh$osd$1
> >> @news.eternal-september.org:
>
> >>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
> >>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>
> >> When I was a little kid in Holland everyone heated their homes with
> >> nice British anthracite (sp?). =A0Black-dusted coaldeliverers brought
> >> the coal. No soot whatsoever, but yearly chimneycleaning was
> >> obligatory.
>
> > Was it horse and cart delivery? Delivery man had a big leather patch
> > on the back of his jacket.
>
> I think by that time the coal man delivered by truck. =A0The milk man had=
a
> couple of ponies and a cart for decades later.
>
> --
> Best regards
> Han
> email address is invalid
I can recall the coal man with his leather reinforced canvas "bucket"
slung over a shoulder climbing the steps to our home when I was much
younger. He couldn't get the chute on his truck to our coal bind
window, so had to carry the ton of coal we bought up the stairs, 100
pounds a time, and pour it down. My brother and I would walk with him
and chatter away. He'd just smile and work.
I don't imagine he really liked delivering to us, though Mom tipped
him half a buck and gave him something to drink--he was a black guy,
so didn't often get either consideration on deliveries (this was in
NY, a small city called New Rochelle). She had a fit when Pennsylvania
pea coal went from $9 to $11 a ton, IIRC. Good old anthracite. or hard
coal: around here, it's all sulfur laden soft coal. I don't even know
if the Pennsy mines are still in existence. This was pushing 60 years
ago.
On May 13, 8:46=A0am, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
> On 5/13/2010 4:57 AM, Robatoy wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> > On May 13, 12:06 am, Steve<[email protected]> =A0wrote:
> >> On 2010-05-12 22:34:04 -0400, "Lew Hodgett"<[email protected]> =
=A0said:
>
> >>> I really miss that way of life.
> >>> It was a friendly sign.
>
> >>> When neighbors knew each other best,
> >>> By what hung on the line.
>
> >> That sounds as folksy as any lines from the Hoosier Pederast, er, Poet=
,
> >> James Whitcomb Riley.
>
> >> "When the frost is on the punkin..."
>
> > One of my all-time favourite lines in a song was written by John Prine
> > in a song called We Are The Lonely:
>
> > Down the hall upstairs from me
> > There's a girl I swear I never see
> > I hear the ringing of her phone
> > She must live up there all alone
>
> > She hangs her clothes out on the line
> > They're hanging there right next to mine
> > And if the wind should blow just right
> > She could be in my arms tonight
>
> > -----------------
>
> > A great visual.
>
> Ya gotta love John Prine ...
>
> --www.e-woodshop.net
> Last update: 4/15/2010
> KarlC@ (the obvious)
As a live music fan, the last 12 months has been fantastic. John Prine
twice, Leonard Cohen, and in a limited but historic way, Gordon
Lightfoot. All pretty good tunesmiths. (he understates)
On May 16, 5:26=A0pm, Larry Jaques <[email protected]> wrote:
> On Sun, 16 May 2010 15:42:15 -0500, "[email protected]"
> <[email protected]> wrote the following:
>
>
>
> >On Sun, 16 May 2010 06:44:39 -0700, Larry Jaques <[email protected]=
lid>
> >wrote:
>
> >>On Sat, 15 May 2010 22:45:03 -0500, "[email protected]"
> >><[email protected]> wrote the following:
>
> >>>On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett" <sails.m...@verizon.=
net>
> >>>wrote:
>
> >>>>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
> >>>>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
> >>>>> no
> >>>>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
> >>>>environment except during forest fires.
> >>>>---------------------------------------------
> >>>>As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>
> >>>>Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
>
> >>>Pine pitch isn't fun on clothes, either.
>
> >>Presoak in Simple Green. =A0SG is what I use to clean my tablesaur
> >>blades.
>
> >You use SG on your "clean" clothes? =A0Seems you have the process backwa=
rds. ;-)
>
> Is that zzzzzzzzzzzzz up there in your sig indicating that you're
> sleeping, or is it some high-voltage electricity attached to your neck
> electrodes, dude?
It's actually an attempt to mung my address just enough, so that even
lamers can read it. Doesn't always work.
> Soak out pine tar/pitch in SG. "Presoak" is a portion of the washing
> machine's cycle. =A0Who puts clean clothes in there? =A0Sober up before
> you post the reply, please. =A0;)
The issue was wiping down clothes lines before hanging laundry. It's
you who needs to crawl out of the bottle before reading. In case you
need to be told (you do), you should read before you write.
On 5/14/2010 11:24 PM, Roy wrote:
> And hide-n-seek. Didn't ya ever play hide-n-seek? Don't you remember really
> hauling ass for home base and only be a dozen steps away when all of a sudden
> something grabs you by the throat so hard and fast that your head stops but your
> feet are still running.
It's all how you approach the problem ... being taller than midgets, and
with full size beds, we started out with our clothes lines way above an
eight year old's head so the sheets wouldn't hang in the mud, the goats
wouldn't eat the crotch out of the underwear, and the dogs wouldn't play
tug of war with the flaps of the BVD's ... and that was before using the
10' pole, with the hook on top, to raise the middle of the line another
4' after hanging the clothes.
... and wasps were part of a country boy gladiator's life. :)
--
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Last update: 4/15/2010
KarlC@ (the obvious)
Swingman wrote:
> On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>>
>>> Enjoy
>>>
>>> Lew
>>> ------------------------------------------
>>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>>
>>
>> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>
> Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
> anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
> sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
> my fondest memories of growing up.
>
Hear! Hear! Fresh smell and crisp sheets. Great memories
--
There is never a situation where having more rounds is a disadvantage
Rob Leatham
"Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in news:hsq4fh$osd$1
@news.eternal-september.org:
> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
When I was a little kid in Holland everyone heated their homes with nice
British anthracite (sp?). Black-dusted coaldeliverers brought the coal.
No soot whatsoever, but yearly chimneycleaning was obligatory.
--
Best regards
Han
email address is invalid
"Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in
news:[email protected]:
> "Han" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
>> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in news:hsq4fh$osd$1
>> @news.eternal-september.org:
>>
>>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
>>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>>
>> When I was a little kid in Holland everyone heated their homes with
>> nice British anthracite (sp?). Black-dusted coaldeliverers brought
>> the coal. No soot whatsoever, but yearly chimneycleaning was
>> obligatory.
>>
>
> Was it horse and cart delivery? Delivery man had a big leather patch
> on the back of his jacket.
I think by that time the coal man delivered by truck. The milk man had a
couple of ponies and a cart for decades later.
--
Best regards
Han
email address is invalid
On 5/16/2010 8:00 PM, Lobby Dosser wrote:
> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
When I lived just outside London in the early 60's, one of the first
skills I learned was starting, and banking, a coal fire for best effect,
an alien feat for someone raised in S. Louisiana.
A coal fireplace was the only heat we had and every night after work we
made a fire downstairs after getting home from work, then carried the
hot coals upstairs in a hod bucket when it was time to go to bed. On the
really cold nights there was a warming pan with a long handle to put the
coals in and pass them over the bed before crawling in.
You're right, soot was a fact of life ...
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Last update: 4/15/2010
KarlC@ (the obvious)
On May 16, 1:12=A0pm, [email protected] wrote:
> On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett"
>
>
>
>
>
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> >"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
> >> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
> >> no
> >need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
> >environment except during forest fires.
> >---------------------------------------------
> >As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>
> >Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
>
> >Lew
>
> I have not seen an aluminum clothes line, bare or not, in over 30
> years.
We have a stainless aircraft control cable one. The whole deal with
wheels and all was maybe a couple of hundred bucks... 2 x 80 feet.
We only use it for large items like bedsheets and sleeping bags.. that
freshness.
regular wash.. in the NG dryer, who has time for clothes lines?
On Sun, 16 May 2010 15:42:15 -0500, "[email protected]"
<[email protected]> wrote the following:
>On Sun, 16 May 2010 06:44:39 -0700, Larry Jaques <[email protected]>
>wrote:
>
>>On Sat, 15 May 2010 22:45:03 -0500, "[email protected]"
>><[email protected]> wrote the following:
>>
>>>On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]>
>>>wrote:
>>>
>>>>
>>>>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>>>>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>>>>> no
>>>>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>>>>environment except during forest fires.
>>>>---------------------------------------------
>>>>As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>>>>
>>>>Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
>>>
>>>Pine pitch isn't fun on clothes, either.
>>
>>Presoak in Simple Green. SG is what I use to clean my tablesaur
>>blades.
>
>You use SG on your "clean" clothes? Seems you have the process backwards. ;-)
Is that zzzzzzzzzzzzz up there in your sig indicating that you're
sleeping, or is it some high-voltage electricity attached to your neck
electrodes, dude?
Soak out pine tar/pitch in SG. "Presoak" is a portion of the washing
machine's cycle. Who puts clean clothes in there? Sober up before
you post the reply, please. ;)
--
Work and struggle and never accept an evil that you can change.
-- Andre Gide
On May 13, 12:06=A0am, Steve <[email protected]> wrote:
> On 2010-05-12 22:34:04 -0400, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> said=
:
>
> > I really miss that way of life.
> > It was a friendly sign.
>
> > When neighbors knew each other best,
> > By what hung on the line.
>
> That sounds as folksy as any lines from the Hoosier Pederast, er, Poet,
> James Whitcomb Riley.
>
> "When the frost is on the punkin..."
One of my all-time favourite lines in a song was written by John Prine
in a song called We Are The Lonely:
Down the hall upstairs from me
There's a girl I swear I never see
I hear the ringing of her phone
She must live up there all alone
She hangs her clothes out on the line
They're hanging there right next to mine
And if the wind should blow just right
She could be in my arms tonight
-----------------
A great visual.
On May 16, 9:35=A0pm, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
> On 5/16/2010 8:00 PM, Lobby Dosser wrote:
>
> > When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
> > fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>
> When I lived just outside London in the early 60's, one of the first
> skills I learned was starting, and banking, a coal fire for best effect,
> an alien feat for someone raised in S. Louisiana.
>
> A coal fireplace was the only heat we had and every night after work we
> made a fire downstairs after getting home from work, then carried the
> hot coals upstairs in a hod bucket when it was time to go to bed. On the
> really cold nights there was a warming pan with a long handle to put the
> coals in and pass them over the bed before crawling in.
>
> You're right, soot was a fact of life ...
>
> --www.e-woodshop.net
> Last update: 4/15/2010
> KarlC@ (the obvious)
So was losing a family of friends when carbon monoxide killed them
all. The coal stove damper malfunctioned.
We had two coal (anthracite) burning stoves in our house in The
Netherlands which were replaced when dad made enough money to have
central hotwater heating installed.
One evening my dad tossed me some change to fill the coal buckets. I,
instead, decided to peddle my bike to the local french-fry place. As I
was leaving the driveway, a local drunk hit me with his car, tossing
my ass over the top of his car.
My bike lying on the road destroyed, and I, sitting on my really sore
ass, saw my dad rushing over just to give me shit as I was supposed to
be shoveling coal. "What are you doing sitting on the street? You were
supposed to be shoveling coal!"
Poor guy was all flummoxed, had no idea what happened until it all
sunk in and he was very grateful that it turned out as well as it did.
No broken bones and no drain bramage.
On Sun, 16 May 2010 06:44:39 -0700, Larry Jaques <[email protected]>
wrote:
>On Sat, 15 May 2010 22:45:03 -0500, "[email protected]"
><[email protected]> wrote the following:
>
>>On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]>
>>wrote:
>>
>>>
>>>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>>>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>>>> no
>>>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>>>environment except during forest fires.
>>>---------------------------------------------
>>>As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>>>
>>>Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
>>
>>Pine pitch isn't fun on clothes, either.
>
>Presoak in Simple Green. SG is what I use to clean my tablesaur
>blades.
You use SG on your "clean" clothes? Seems you have the process backwards. ;-)
On Wed, 12 May 2010 22:39:20 -0400, "Ed Pawlowski"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>
>"Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote in
> > ------------------------------------------
>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>
>> Remember?
>>
>> You have to be a certain age to appreciate this.
>> I can hear my mother now......
>>
>> THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES:
>>
>> 4. Wash day on a Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the weekend, or
>>
>> Sunday, for Heaven's sake!
>
>Wow, I forgot about most of that stuff.
>My wife will still hang a few things out in nice weather, but the dryer has
>been humming for the past 40+ years. . But she still abides by the weekend
>rules.
Mom's clothesline was over 60 feet long, with the house end on an
"elevator" and a bicycle wheel pulley on the top of a roughly 25 foot
tall post (old telephone/hydro pole)
My wife makes do with a 4 line "t" post set about 10 feet long shaded
by too many trees and the neighbour's house to be really effective.
Gets a lot of use for about 7 months of the year though.
On Thu, 13 May 2010 11:47:57 -0500, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>>
>>> Enjoy
>>>
>>> Lew
>>> ------------------------------------------
>>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>>
>>
>> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>
>Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
>anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
>sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
>my fondest memories of growing up.
... Unless you are someone who is prone to Hay Fever or other airborne
allergies. If I slip into a bed outfitted with line dried linens, I'll
be in pretty bad shape come morning. The allergens get all over
anything left to dry outside.
On Thu, 13 May 2010 08:39:06 -0700, mac davis wrote:
> We moved from California to Baja in 2006 and one of my first Honey-do's
> was to build a clothesline on the sun side of the carport.. Two sets of
> 3 lines stretching between the support pillars, 20' each.. The only
> things that we use propane for are the stove and dryer.. We have the
> tank filled about twice a year whether it needs it or not.. Our
> neighbors use their dryer and have their tank filled every 2 months..
>
Many homeowners associations prohibit the use of clotheslines on the
grounds that they are "tacky" or "low class". Of course, they use some
euphemisms, but that's what they mean. I've told a few what I thought of
their rules :-).
--
Intelligence is an experiment that failed - G. B. Shaw
"Roy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> No, I have a lot of memories of clotheslines, but no good ones. Well,
> except
> when it happened to someone else, of course.
>
> Regards,
> Roy
Ah, what memories you've rekindled...those of sauntering accross the
backyard until being stopped
by a clotheline in the throat. Amazing how fast the details come back to
ya...like it was yesteday.
Bill
"Roy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> On Thu, 13 May 2010 11:47:57 -0500, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>>On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>>>
>>>> Enjoy
>>>>
>>>> Lew
>>>> ------------------------------------------
>>>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>>>
>>>
>>> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>>
>>Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
>>anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
>>sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
>>my fondest memories of growing up.
>
> Hah!!! All y'all are gettin' feeble minded in your dotage if you have
> fond
> memories of clotheslines. Hated the damn things. Don't you remember
> the
> wasps nests that would be built in the hollow ends of the T shaped clothes
> posts
> made from pipe? I always found a nest or two each year after being
> sentenced to
> laundry detail. Damn things stung the hell out of me. Always got stung
> again
> when I had to go back out and kill them. Great big bumps all over my face
> and
> arms covered with some smelly yellow poultice and Maw hollerin' fer me to
> "Man
> up!" as I drug a chair and a tennis racket out to do hand-to-hand combat
> with
> the SOB's. Maw would sit out on her rocker hollerin' advice like "You
> missed
> one!" every time she'd see me jump and curse after I'd attempted to
> backhand
> one. This would be considered traumatic for an 8 year old today. Buncha
> pansies.
>
> And hide-n-seek. Didn't ya ever play hide-n-seek? Don't you remember
> really
> hauling ass for home base and only be a dozen steps away when all of a
> sudden
> something grabs you by the throat so hard and fast that your head stops
> but your
> feet are still running. They fly up into a horizontal, or perhaps even
> about a
> 45 degree angle if you really had built up a head of speed. The damn
> clothes
> line stretches like a bow string, then retracts slamming your body to the
> ground, sometimes so fast that your feet are still trying to get you to
> home
> base. When you can breathe again you find that you are "IT", and have a
> really
> neat burn mark across your throat to show off at school in the morning.
>
> The parents evilly sited all clotheslines such that there was at least one
> in
> every outfield, no matter how we tried to configure a baseball diamond in
> the
> six or eight back yards all the kids used as a playground. Replay the
> hide-n-seek experience for what happens when running to catch a fly ball.
> Ditto
> come football season.
>
> No, I have a lot of memories of clotheslines, but no good ones. Well,
> except
> when it happened to someone else, of course.
>
> Regards,
> Roy
ROTFLMAO!!
"JKevorkian" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> On Sat, 15 May 2010 22:45:03 -0500, "[email protected]"
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>>>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>>>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>>>> no
>>>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>>>environment except during forest fires.
>
> When I was a kid , there was a locomotive roundhouse across the street
> from our
> house. It seems the railroad company had a sinister streak in timing when
> they
> decided to turn the engines around - just after 8 AM - when all the
> neighborhood
> moms had their laundry out on the lines. The soot belching out of those
> engines
> would coat all the clothes in the area.
When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
"Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> On 5/16/2010 8:00 PM, Lobby Dosser wrote:
>
>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>
> When I lived just outside London in the early 60's, one of the first
> skills I learned was starting, and banking, a coal fire for best effect,
> an alien feat for someone raised in S. Louisiana.
>
> A coal fireplace was the only heat we had and every night after work we
> made a fire downstairs after getting home from work, then carried the hot
> coals upstairs in a hod bucket when it was time to go to bed. On the
> really cold nights there was a warming pan with a long handle to put the
> coals in and pass them over the bed before crawling in.
>
> You're right, soot was a fact of life ...
And you didn't have to hang stuff up outside to benefit from it. There was
plenty in the air in the house. One of the first skills I was taught was
Making Fire. Coulda been raised on the Veldt somewhere ...
Had to make spills and kindling from newspaper. Then there was the sheet of
newspaper over the fireplace to generate the draft. Wonder we didn't all die
in our beds ...
Robatoy wrote:
> On May 13, 2:53 pm, "Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*[email protected]>
> wrote:
>> "Robatoy" wrote in
>>
>> Those detergent companies have been trying to duplicate that smell
>> for eons.
>> Sundried sheets at the cottage, after having been washed in lake
>> water, with just a hint of pine.
>> ===================
>>
>> My grandmoter has a circular closthesline installed on a truck axle.
>> She could stand in one place and put all the closthes up. There were
>> wild rose bushes growing just to one side, down a hill. There was a
>> huge area of these wild rose bushes. She used to pick the rose hips
>> and make tea from them. During certain parts of the year, these
>> plants would impart their scent to the clothes.
>
> I read a study one time (I'm sure it can be found via Da Big Goog)
> which found that as memory triggers, certain scents can be very
> powerful.
http://zebra.sc.edu/smell/ann/myth1.html
The most extensive study heretofore conducted on odor perception on a large
scale is the classic Smell Survey sponsored by the National Geographic in
its September 1986 issue. The Smell Survey, comprised of a questionnaire and
a set of six microencapsulated odorants, was distributed worldwide to 10.7
million members of the National Geographic Society. Of the 1.5 million
surveys which were returned, the results of nearly 1.2 million United States
respondents between the ages of 10 and 90 provide the basis for the
conclusions herein discussed. Respondents characterized the odors, namely,
androstenone (sweat), isomyl acetate (banana), galaxolide (musk), eugenol
(cloves), mercaptans (natural gas warning agent), and a synthetic rose
scent, according to a set of category descriptors. The huge sample size and
broad range of the survey provides data which can be used to investigate
further possible correlations with specific demographics of the sample
population, including gender (Gilbert & Wysocki, 1987).
"Larry Jaques" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> On Sun, 16 May 2010 21:27:37 -0700, "Lobby Dosser"
> <[email protected]> wrote the following:
>
>>"Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>>news:[email protected]...
>>> On 5/16/2010 8:00 PM, Lobby Dosser wrote:
>>>
>>>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
>>>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>>>
>>> When I lived just outside London in the early 60's, one of the first
>>> skills I learned was starting, and banking, a coal fire for best effect,
>>> an alien feat for someone raised in S. Louisiana.
>>>
>>> A coal fireplace was the only heat we had and every night after work we
>>> made a fire downstairs after getting home from work, then carried the
>>> hot
>>> coals upstairs in a hod bucket when it was time to go to bed. On the
>>> really cold nights there was a warming pan with a long handle to put the
>>> coals in and pass them over the bed before crawling in.
>>>
>>> You're right, soot was a fact of life ...
>>
>>And you didn't have to hang stuff up outside to benefit from it. There was
>>plenty in the air in the house. One of the first skills I was taught was
>>Making Fire. Coulda been raised on the Veldt somewhere ...
>
> You're in South Africa? I don't hear -any- accent from you here on
> the Wreck.
>
>
>>Had to make spills and kindling from newspaper. Then there was the sheet
>>of
>>newspaper over the fireplace to generate the draft. Wonder we didn't all
>>die
>>in our beds ...
>
> How do you know you didn't? ;)
Good point.
"Han" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in news:hsq4fh$osd$1
> @news.eternal-september.org:
>
>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>
> When I was a little kid in Holland everyone heated their homes with nice
> British anthracite (sp?). Black-dusted coaldeliverers brought the coal.
> No soot whatsoever, but yearly chimneycleaning was obligatory.
>
Was it horse and cart delivery? Delivery man had a big leather patch on the
back of his jacket.
"Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
On May 18, 6:31 am, Han <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote
> innews:[email protected]:
>
>
>
>
>
> > "Han" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> >news:[email protected]...
> >> "Lobby Dosser" <[email protected]> wrote in news:hsq4fh$osd$1
> >> @news.eternal-september.org:
>
> >>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
> >>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>
> >> When I was a little kid in Holland everyone heated their homes with
> >> nice British anthracite (sp?). Black-dusted coaldeliverers brought
> >> the coal. No soot whatsoever, but yearly chimneycleaning was
> >> obligatory.
>
> > Was it horse and cart delivery? Delivery man had a big leather patch
> > on the back of his jacket.
>
> I think by that time the coal man delivered by truck. The milk man had a
> couple of ponies and a cart for decades later.
>
> --
> Best regards
> Han
> email address is invalid
Our milkman moved into the modern age by using a covered trailer that
he pulled with a motorized front wheel.
http://www.iisg.nl/collections/ahf/11674.php
The bread man had a 'bak fiets.
http://www.sparkdesign.nl/user_files/image/BabboeBig.jpg
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For a year when I was 15 I delivered groceries full time using a bicycle
exactly like the first image on this page (color):
http://www.hembrow.eu/delivery.html
Sometimes the contents of the basket weighed almost as much as I did and
someone had to hold the back end for me until I got basket and self mounted.
Did this in rain, night, sleet, snow, uphill and down ...
"Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote in
> ------------------------------------------
> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>
> Remember?
>
> You have to be a certain age to appreciate this.
> I can hear my mother now......
>
> THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES:
>
> 4. Wash day on a Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the weekend, or
>
> Sunday, for Heaven's sake!
Wow, I forgot about most of that stuff.
My wife will still hang a few things out in nice weather, but the dryer has
been humming for the past 40+ years. . But she still abides by the weekend
rules.
On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]>
wrote:
>
>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>> no
>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>environment except during forest fires.
>---------------------------------------------
>As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>
>Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
Pine pitch isn't fun on clothes, either.
On Sun, 16 May 2010 21:27:37 -0700, "Lobby Dosser"
<[email protected]> wrote the following:
>"Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>news:[email protected]...
>> On 5/16/2010 8:00 PM, Lobby Dosser wrote:
>>
>>> When I was a kid in Glasgow, Scotland everybody heated with coal
>>> fireplaces - we're talking Soot. :(
>>
>> When I lived just outside London in the early 60's, one of the first
>> skills I learned was starting, and banking, a coal fire for best effect,
>> an alien feat for someone raised in S. Louisiana.
>>
>> A coal fireplace was the only heat we had and every night after work we
>> made a fire downstairs after getting home from work, then carried the hot
>> coals upstairs in a hod bucket when it was time to go to bed. On the
>> really cold nights there was a warming pan with a long handle to put the
>> coals in and pass them over the bed before crawling in.
>>
>> You're right, soot was a fact of life ...
>
>And you didn't have to hang stuff up outside to benefit from it. There was
>plenty in the air in the house. One of the first skills I was taught was
>Making Fire. Coulda been raised on the Veldt somewhere ...
You're in South Africa? I don't hear -any- accent from you here on
the Wreck.
>Had to make spills and kindling from newspaper. Then there was the sheet of
>newspaper over the fireplace to generate the draft. Wonder we didn't all die
>in our beds ...
How do you know you didn't? ;)
--
Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our
inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter
the state of facts and evidence. -- John Adams, December 1770
'Argument in Defense of the Soldiers in the Boston Massacre Trials'
On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>
>> Enjoy
>>
>> Lew
>> ------------------------------------------
>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>
>
> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
my fondest memories of growing up.
--
www.e-woodshop.net
Last update: 4/15/2010
KarlC@ (the obvious)
On Sat, 15 May 2010 16:46:44 -0700 (PDT), "[email protected]"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>Growing up on the East Coast, sun-dried
>clothing during a nasty freeze would mean
>that my jeans would be stiff - frozen solid.
>
>We would bring them into the house to
>thaw. After awhile, my brothers and I
>would try to squeeze into them.
>
>My mother, I think, would line dry our
>clothes until I went into the Army (1966).
>When I got back home after a trip to
>that vacation spot knows as South Vietnam,
>she had a drier.
>
>MJ
Leave them on the line long enough and they start flapping again all
by themselves. Mom used to leave the laundry on the line intill it was
all flapping AGAIN - and bring it in - virtually bone dry and soft.
On Fri, 14 May 2010 23:24:08 -0500, Roy <[email protected]>
wrote:
>On Thu, 13 May 2010 11:47:57 -0500, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>>On 5/13/2010 6:29 AM, Gerald Ross wrote:
>>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>>> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>>>>
>>>> Enjoy
>>>>
>>>> Lew
>>>> ------------------------------------------
>>>> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>>>>
>>>
>>> The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
>>
>>Clothes hung to dry with the sun just flat out smell better than
>>anything that comes from the dryer. Slipping into bed between freshly
>>sun dried sheets, and the smell of sun dried pillow cases, are some of
>>my fondest memories of growing up.
>
>Hah!!! All y'all are gettin' feeble minded in your dotage if you have fond
>memories of clotheslines. Hated the damn things. Don't you remember the
>wasps nests that would be built in the hollow ends of the T shaped clothes posts
>made from pipe?
We never have that problem. When I had the new posts made I had the
ends welded closed (capped). (square tube). The old ones were round
pipe and I had tin cans pushed into the ends to seal them up to keep
the darned starlings out. Nothing worse than the starlings crapping
all over the clean laundry when they come in for a touch-down.
> I always found a nest or two each year after being sentenced to
>laundry detail. Damn things stung the hell out of me. Always got stung again
>when I had to go back out and kill them. Great big bumps all over my face and
>arms covered with some smelly yellow poultice and Maw hollerin' fer me to "Man
>up!" as I drug a chair and a tennis racket out to do hand-to-hand combat with
>the SOB's. Maw would sit out on her rocker hollerin' advice like "You missed
>one!" every time she'd see me jump and curse after I'd attempted to backhand
>one. This would be considered traumatic for an 8 year old today. Buncha
>pansies.
>
>And hide-n-seek. Didn't ya ever play hide-n-seek? Don't you remember really
>hauling ass for home base and only be a dozen steps away when all of a sudden
>something grabs you by the throat so hard and fast that your head stops but your
>feet are still running. They fly up into a horizontal, or perhaps even about a
>45 degree angle if you really had built up a head of speed. The damn clothes
>line stretches like a bow string, then retracts slamming your body to the
>ground, sometimes so fast that your feet are still trying to get you to home
>base. When you can breathe again you find that you are "IT", and have a really
>neat burn mark across your throat to show off at school in the morning.
>
>The parents evilly sited all clotheslines such that there was at least one in
>every outfield, no matter how we tried to configure a baseball diamond in the
>six or eight back yards all the kids used as a playground. Replay the
>hide-n-seek experience for what happens when running to catch a fly ball. Ditto
>come football season.
>
>No, I have a lot of memories of clotheslines, but no good ones. Well, except
>when it happened to someone else, of course.
>
>Regards,
>Roy
That's why the clothes line of my youth was mounted on a big high
telephone pole at the outer end, and on an "elevator" at the house end
- when up it was about 12 feet above ground at the terrace end, and
better than 25 feet up over the yard/garden.
Lew Hodgett wrote:
> As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>
> Enjoy
>
> Lew
> ------------------------------------------
> Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>
The original certifiable green solar powered clothes dryer.
--
Gerald Ross
Cochran, GA
And now, a brief pause while everyone
says, 'Who cares?'
On Wed, 12 May 2010 19:34:04 -0700, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]>
wrote:
We moved from California to Baja in 2006 and one of my first Honey-do's was to
build a clothesline on the sun side of the carport..
Two sets of 3 lines stretching between the support pillars, 20' each..
The only things that we use propane for are the stove and dryer.. We have the
tank filled about twice a year whether it needs it or not..
Our neighbors use their dryer and have their tank filled every 2 months..
>As a kid, I still remember wiping the clothes lines for my mother.
>
>Enjoy
>
>Lew
>------------------------------------------
>Are there any out there who still know what a clothes line is?????????
>
>Remember?
>
>You have to be a certain age to appreciate this.
>I can hear my mother now......
>
>THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES:
>
>(If you don't know what clotheslines are, better skip this)
>
>
>1. You had to wash the clothes line before hanging any clothes - walk
>the
>
>entire lengths of each line with a damp
>cloth around the lines.
>
>2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang
>
>"whites" with "whites," and hang them first.
>
>3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail!.
>What
>
>would the neighbors think?
>
>4. Wash day on a Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the weekend, or
>
>Sunday, for Heaven's sake!
>
>5. Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you could hide
>
>your "unmentionables" in the middle (perverts & busybodies, y'know!)
>
>6. It didn't matter if it was sub zero weather ... clothes would
>
>"freeze-dry."
>
>7. Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes! Pins
>
>left on the lines were "tacky!"
>
>8. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each
>item
>
>did not need two clothes pins, but shared
>one of the clothes pins with the next washed item.
>
>9. Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the
>clothes
>
>basket, and ready to be ironed.
>
>10. IRONED?! Well, that's a whole other subject!
>
>
>A POEM
>
>A clothesline was a news forecast
>To neighbors passing by,
>
>There no secrets you could keep
>When clothes were hung to dry.
>
>It also was a friendly link
>For neighbors always knew
>
>If company had stopped on by
>To spend a night or two.
>
>For then you'd see the "fancy sheets"
>And towels upon the line;
>
>You'd see the "company table cloths"
>With intricate designs.
>
>The line announced a baby's birth
>From folks who lived inside -
>
>As brand new infant clothes were hung,
>So carefully with pride!
>
>The ages of the children could
>So readily be known
>
>By watching how the sizes changed,
>You'd know how much they'd grown!
>
>It also told when illness struck,
>As extra sheets were hung;
>
>Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
>Haphazardly were strung.
>
>It also said, "Gone on vacation now"
>When lines hung limp and bare.
>
>It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
>With not an inch to spare!
>
>New folks in town were scorned upon
>If wash was dingy and gray,
>
>As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
>And looked the other way .. .
>
>But clotheslines now are of the past,
>For dryers make work much less.
>
>Now what goes on inside a home
>Is anybody's guess!
>
>I really miss that way of life.
>It was a friendly sign.
>
>When neighbors knew each other best,
>By what hung on the line.
>
>
mac
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On Sat, 15 May 2010 22:45:03 -0500, "[email protected]"
<[email protected]> wrote the following:
>On Sat, 15 May 2010 19:07:25 -0700, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]>
>wrote:
>
>>
>>"Luigi Zanasi" wrote:
>>> We still use our solar-aeolian clothes drier during the summer, and
>>> no
>>need to wipe the line as we live in a relatively pollution-free
>>environment except during forest fires.
>>---------------------------------------------
>>As long as the wire is not bare aluminimum, NBD.
>>
>>Otherwise Al-Oxide leaves a black mark if you don't wipe it off.
>
>Pine pitch isn't fun on clothes, either.
Presoak in Simple Green. SG is what I use to clean my tablesaur
blades.
--
Work and struggle and never accept an evil that you can change.
-- Andre Gide
On 5/13/2010 4:57 AM, Robatoy wrote:
> On May 13, 12:06 am, Steve<[email protected]> wrote:
>> On 2010-05-12 22:34:04 -0400, "Lew Hodgett"<[email protected]> said:
>>
>>> I really miss that way of life.
>>> It was a friendly sign.
>>
>>> When neighbors knew each other best,
>>> By what hung on the line.
>>
>> That sounds as folksy as any lines from the Hoosier Pederast, er, Poet,
>> James Whitcomb Riley.
>>
>> "When the frost is on the punkin..."
>
> One of my all-time favourite lines in a song was written by John Prine
> in a song called We Are The Lonely:
>
> Down the hall upstairs from me
> There's a girl I swear I never see
> I hear the ringing of her phone
> She must live up there all alone
>
> She hangs her clothes out on the line
> They're hanging there right next to mine
> And if the wind should blow just right
> She could be in my arms tonight
>
> -----------------
>
>
> A great visual.
Ya gotta love John Prine ...
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