My first memory of Dexter was when I was about 4 years old. My mother had a Dexter twin-tub wringer washer. She was doing the laundry one Monday (it must have been about 1957)and she had me stay with her so I wouldn't get in any trouble. When she needed to take a load of clothes outside to hang up on the clothes line, she would tell me to stay right there by the washer, so I wouldn't get into any trouble. Well, my first real memory was reaching up with my hand and moving the lid over and then scooping out a handful of suds. I was enamored with washing machines from that time on. We kept that machine running until I was in my med teens in the '60s. The tubs finally began to leak water. I really miss those days.