Oh yeah, I remember the wringer washer, 'cause I've still got damaged muscles on the under side of my arm. I was 3 years old and decided to "help" my Gram do laundry. She had gone out side to hang up some stuff and I climbed up on the cabinet by the washer. I had got my stocking cap (a real long one) wet and was putting it thru the wringer and my hand got caught and was pulled all the way thru up to my shoulder. Gram came running back in when she heard me yelling, got me undone from the wringer and took me to the Doctor. He told her I was really lucky that I didn't lose my arm, just messed up some of the muscles.