Part of the story...
This rather dropped into my lap. I live in a pre-war suburb of St. Louis county, and most of my neighbors are aging out of their homes, either by death or illness. This particular machine was about 4 blocks from me, in a lovely little story-and-a-half brick.
I didn't see any automatic machines AT ALL, but there was a minty GE portable dishwasher that another member had already snagged. The son of the owner was there, and told me his mother never used anything but wringers. There was a Maytag (E2L, I think) and a lovely Kenmore mangle. Sadly, I have no room for the mangle, as I have my Mama's Ironrite.
You could tell the house was immaculate before the owner became ill. When I run across minty things like this, things that someone loved and cared for, it makes me feel like a curator. I did my week's laundry in the Norge on Monday and had it not been rainy, it would have been a PERFECT wash day. I like to think somewhere that lady smiled.