This was certainly a walk down memory lane.Pleasant, tho sad, because they are all gone, I was the baby and now I am the matriarch of the family. I carried the clothes pin bag, made by my grandma on the same treadle that I sew on today. As I grew, I was the one who placed the poles and pushed them up as high as I could. We had an old beer bottle with a silver thing on top with lots of holes. You would fill the bottle with warm water push the cork part down in and sprinkle the clothes as grandma rolled them tightly and put them down in a wooden basket that had a fitted lining. When full she would put several towels "to keep the moisture in". Happy times but sad also.