I grew up in St Louis and we lived in a Housing Project. Mom had a Maytag Wringer Warsher. She pushed it to the sink and one was filled with rinse water and the other with Faultless Starch that was cooked on the stove, then rung out into a bushel fruit basket that was dragged (by one or 2 of us 4 sisters)out the back door and down the steps to the community clothes drying yard to hang up. Things did smell fresh whe we took them down. All the starched ones then had to be sprinkled down and rolled up and placed into that basket to ironed by us or mom....good memories..thanks for them.