Yep, I learnt these rules at mother's side plus panties should be hung with one pin so they hang shapeless and anonymous.
Dad's heavy railroad work clothes often froze but never freeze dried. As the oldest and tallest I'd be sent out into the icy darkness to wrestle them free of the lines--usually stiff as boards.
A line was rigged in the kitchen just for them. Sometimes they had to go back outside in the morning.