Every Saturday morning, I would have to iron the sheets, tea towels, pj's, boxers, etc on the mangle iron. Sometimes it would take me all afternoon. I would crank up the radio or record player- I was a teen in the mid/late 60's- and do the family ironing. I loved the smell of the fresh laundry, heated up by the iron. Crisply folded. Those items on page one were stuck in the top of a bottle and used for water to sprinkle the clothes. Then I'd roll up the item, let it sit and get perfectly damp and then put it through the mangle. I still love the look of something crisp, cotton, and ironed without so much as a wrinkle.