Do you remember Paul Simon's song titled something like In My Little Town? It had a line I liked that spoke of life in industrial towns so long ago. It went,
"My mom doing laundry, hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze." I used to wonder if she was washing in a wringer washer or an automatic and think of the futility.
Before Permanent Press, all of our chino slacks were put on creasers with the leg seams lined up perfectly, before hanging; only the area above the creasers had to be ironed. Years later, slacks I no longer wore to school would dry perfectly creased in the dryer because the crease had been bruised into the fabric over the years. My close friend in grades 5-8 wondered how my mother did that. His slacks were dryer dried then had the crease ironed in. It was always gone early in the day. When bell bottoms came out, I used the creasers upside down.