Some of my earliest memories are of the wringer washing machine and Mom hanging clothes on the line to dry. When I was in my twenties, I got all the kids to chip in to buy a new automatic washer and dryer for her.
My older sister told me about a friend of hers who was married. They moved into a new house in a more "upscale" neighborhood, and she hung her clothes on the line to dry as usual. A neighbor visited her and told her nobody in the neighborhood hung their clothes out to dry; it was "tacky". The friend bought a dryer so she would fit into the neighborhood!