Way back in time I wrote a column about wash day in my family when I was a young boy. I recalled the log cabin that my father built back in the mid 20s and the fast moving spring running beside it ...

When I was growing up in the 1970s and early 1980s, my great-grandmother was still using a Maytag wringer washing machine that her family purchased in 1928. Saturday was wash day, and we'd spend the ...

When I run into readers of my column, they tell me how much they love to read about my memories from bygone days. They asked if I could write more of them. They shared them with their children and ...

Inspecting rows of gleaming machines in white and beige, Toni Dire remembered her grandmother as a laundry slave, bent for hours over an ancient wringer-washer to help keep the family fresh. "I would ...

i remember these washing machines when i was a child the smell of wash day the clothes going through the wringer hot steam rising out of the tub and a constant fear of getting my fingers trapped in ...

Being born where and when I did, I caught the tail end of the wringer wash machine era, a time when "doing the wash" was a day-long task you didn't walk away from.

i remember these washing machines when i was a child the smell of wash day the clothes going through the wringer hot steam rising out of the tub and a constant fear of getting my fingers trapped in ...