Hey, don't forget about those wringer washers, you know even though it took time when I was a young girl of 12 it still brings back the fondest memories of when I could be with my mom and helping her do the wash and then hanging it out in the yard-----nothing beats the clean fresh smell of how those clothes were when they were dried and you folded each piece as they came down off the line----- of course being a helper once I stood on a old table in the yard as I was hanging clothes and it tipped and I broke my arm and mom had to rush me to the doctor's office where he set my arm and put a heavy cast on it---- they are still good memories----life was simple and good