I was doing some laundry last night ~ seems like I never get caught up with it. I get so tired of the never ending loads of laundry. But then I got to thinking about my mother. She had a wringer washer when I was a child. It was a lot of work. Loading the machine ~ running everything through the wringer ~ hanging up a lot of things and putting the rest into the dryer ~ folding clothes and putting things away. Took a whole lot more time to do the laundry back then ~ but I never heard my Mom complain.
Although I must say I don't remember seeing her gaze lovingly into the wringer washer ~ not even once!