I remember my clothesline in the UP so vividly, my fingers ache with the remembrance. In the winter when the snow started falling, it was out to the lines with the basket and tramping down the snow to make paths. As winter went on and colder and more snow, it was out to the lines with the shovel, clothes freezing before you could get them on the lines. When the snow got so high that it was drifted up almot to the lines, you just have to give up and hang in the basement. Oh, yes, I remember it well.