I remember my mother doing MOUNDS of laundry (there were 11 of us) with her wringer washer. All of the whites got done on Monday and the colors done on Tuesday then the things that needed it got starched and rolled up. Then Wednesday was for ironing all of it. She had a soda bottle with a saltshaker lid for "sprinkling" so that every wrinkle came out. It was my job to iron the hankies, pillow cases and doilies. Then before bed we would all play kick the can and watch the fireflies come out. On hot summer nights you could see the northern lights and hear a coyote howling in the hills. How I miss those days. We worked, but we also played and every day there was time set aside for reading. We had a tv, but it was mainly for my dad to watch the news and the Friday night fights (boxing). It was rarely turned on during the day. There was just to much else to do. In the spring and summer we played baseball and in the fall it was football and basketball. We roamed the hills and swam and skated on the pond. We attended a 3 room school and got a great education. I didn't know how good it was until I got older.