I remember walking from my grandmothers house (no indoor plumbing there either) to my great aunt's house when I was no more than 5. It was about 2 miles, unless we cut through the pasture when the bull was elsewhere. Aunt Willie had pups, pigs, cows, worms, fish, horses, flowers and vegetables. She would spend all day "playing" with us, you know milking, feeding, cutting, shelling, peeling. All the things we would never get caught doing at home.
We had a wringer washer till 1969. I wish I had a nickle for every button I popped off my dad's shirts. But they sure did get clothes clean.