We had a wringer washer until I was a freshman in high school. My mother would back it up to the kitchen sink, pass the clothes through the wringer into the sink filled with water to rinse the clothes by hand, and then run them back through the wringer to squeeze the water out. I remember many times hanging the clothes outside, so cold during the winter that out fingers ached, only to retrieve them for Mom, clothing frozen stiff as boards, to re-hang on lines that hung the length of the kitchen. We had no central heat so no hot running water and I had six sisters and two brothers, making a total of 10 people for my mom to do weekly laundry for.
Thanks for the memories!