When I was a teenager, my Mom would pay me $1.00 per bushel to iron my Dad's white shirts. He was a minister, and that was the only kind of shirt he wore. She would wash them, make up the starch and add to the rinse, then hang them on the line. They were so stiff! Then we sprinkled them with water and put them in plastic bags. I don't remember them being in the fridge, but I sure remember the hours spent ironing them! I was SO-O-O happy when permanent press came into existance. I don't know why it has gone out of style...I hate ironing and don't like to look wrinkled!