This sure brings back memories. Until I was six years old we lived way out in the country on a farm. My Dad owned the county store. We did not have running water so on Monday My DM would start a fire under a big black iron pot and carry water from the well to it. She lined up several wash tubs and filled some with cold water then when the pot was boiling she carried hot water to the first tub with soap she hand made and a scrub board. Three rinse tubs a starch tub and a bluing tub for the whites. Hand rung out and put on the line to dry. That night everything was sprinkled down and rolled up for Ironing day On Tuesday. When we moved into town when I was six DD bought her a ringer type Maytag and she thought she was in heaven. When I think of all the back breaking work she had to go through just to keep us in clean clothes. We really do have a easy time now don't we.