In the mid to late 1960s, my grandparents were finally able to afford a washing machine. While that simplified their lives to some degree because it meant no more lugging everything and everybody to the laundromat, it presented another set of challenges; the washday had to be scheduled around the weather.
They couldn’t afford the dryer to go along with the washer, so the clothes had to be solar dried.
On this particular day, we were up bright and early to start the wash and get it hung out because “it looks like we might have a cloud comin’ up”. The first load out of the washer was plopped into a big green plastic clothes basket.
Granny grabbed her apron that held her stash of wooden clothespins, tied on the apron and we both lugged the basket of clothes to the backyard clothesline. As she picked through the basket of clothes to give me the “easy” ones to hang out, she told me to reach in the apron, grab a handful of the wooden clothes and pin them on my clothes making it easier for me to have access to them.