Drying Method's

[gizmo]

I don't have a dryer. The Asko spins at 1400 rpm, then everything goes out on the line. We have two lines, one is a freestanding steel framed clothesline which gets some sun most of the day, the other is a few lines strung up under the carport, which we use in bad weather.
It is winter here, we will be using the bad weather system for a few months now, till about September - hang clothes under carport for a day, bring in at night and dry in front of the fire. (we have a wood heater in the loungeroom and a wood stove in the kitchen.) Most things are dry by next morning.

Chris

 

[gansky1]

My mother sent me this the other day so I brought this thread back up again.

Clotheslines

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were 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 on the line;
You'd see the company table cloths
With intricate design.
The line announced a baby's birth
To 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 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 frowned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.
But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work 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!
~ Author unknown

 

[polkanut]

I love that poem,, it exactly reminds me of how our neighborhood used to be growing up.