My Mom did laundry on Mondays. She'd wheel the wringer washer over to the kitchen sink to hook up. Everything got dried outside. I remember her putting my father and brother's pants in metal stretcher contraptions before hanging up. This was long before permanent press. In the winter, she'd string clothesline up in the double kitchen to dry the white percale sheets, but continued to dry the rest outdoors. Some laundry would come in, frozen solid and her hands would be bright red. I remember her sprinkling clothes before ironing. Mom passed away in 2007 and NEVER did she use a clothes dryer, wanted no part of it. We later moved to another house when I was nine, that had a clean, dry, warm basement with a cement floor, so she'd hang laundry down there in the winter.