The sun and air produced a freshness a dryer is not capable of. I miss it a lot.
I share your sentiment and your sentimentality on the subject.
I remember that great smell of laundry that had been dried that way. When I was growing up, our family must’ve been one of very last ones on the block to get a clothes dryer, because we were still hanging the wash on the clothesline long after no other neighbors were. In fact, it was one of the chores for the five children. And in the winter time, with heavy snow on the ground and icicles on the windows, we even had a system of indoor clotheslines. I can’t remember what grade I was in, but one of the neighbor kids in the neighborhood made some snide comment or remark about how we still hung our clothes on the clothesline. It it didn’t make any sense to me that using the clothesline or not using a clothesline was a big deal.
Fast forwarding to my adult years, I have lived in places were hanging your clothes outside in any manner or method was prohibited, especially where I live now and there is a homeowner’s association in place.
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Oops! Thank you.
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I like the idea of her being a little bit pruney in the fingertips and palms of her hands. It adds a deeper dimension to those all-body massages I dream of so fondly.
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