Our washer was a late '50s Frigidaire, just like the one on the home page of this site, except it was white. My aunt had the same one, but in yellow. (Haven't seen a yellow one, since!) I can remember the load always getting off balance as it was starting to spin, and then it would shut off. Momma would have to go rearrange the clothes and then try the spin again, hoping it would take, that time. And then I remember the rubber cap of the agitator coming off in the tub, sometimes.
Another aunt had a 1963 Lady Kenmore washer in white. And then Grandma had a mid-'60s Frigidaire washer in white.
In 1972, our old Frigidaire washer died. So we got a new harvest gold Frigidaire. I thought we were finally up-town, because we finally had a new washer with a lid that opened from the side! And it wasn't white!! I remember it having a box of Tide and a Frigidaire advertising coloring book inside, when it was delivered.
Momma never had a dryer, and STILL doesn't! It's always been a clothes line for her. That's the way she wants it, for some reason. Not me, though. No thanks! I can remember her yelling for my sister and me to hurry and help her grab the clothes off the line whenever it would start to rain. And then during rainy or cold days, she'd put wet clothes on hangers and hang them in all the doorways throughout the house. What a pain!