That Pink Clock Radio And Other Random Memories

I liked to push the clothes on the line into my face to smell the fresh outdoors.

 

Our clothesline ran parallel to a hedge of lilac bushes. On mildly windy days the clothes always had a light lilac smell during the blooming season. It didn't last long after taking inside hanging or folding. My mom hung jeans in the winter and let them freeze. They actually dried that way.

 

My sister lives on a farm in south GA and she still line-dries her clothes most of the time. She hates using the clothes dryer.

 

She must have a blessed life, Time is not on my side. She is lucky.

 

I remember those "frame" things that my mother put into my dad's khaki pants to give them a crease while hanging on the line.

 

I have a clothes line. I use it some of the time but not as much as I use to. I do love the fresh smell of clothes from hanging on the line, especially sheets and blankets.

 

I did the samething when I took clothes off the line. I wish I could sniff the fresh right off of them because they just smelled soooo good!

 

LOL thats when series were fun. I liked Don in The Reluctant Astronaut too,

 

We still have a clothesline now, but it broke so if we need it will have to put it back up.

 

I grew up in Brooklyn from the day I was born to about 18 years old, in what they called a Cold Water flat there was no heat or hot water.
In the winter for heat we had a kerosene heater something like in the photo below.
I remember The Iceman bringing up ice for the refrigerator and dropping off 5 gallons of kerosene for the heater in the winter. I sometimes can still smell and taste kerosene being poured into the tank of the heater by my father. I can still visually see the whirlpool in the funnel as the kerosene drains into the heater tank. It was many years later when Steam Heat and hot water was installed. I guess by today's standards we would have been considered poor, but I wouldn't have missed a day of it if I had a choice.

 

I just hang a rope between two trees if I am feeling nostalgic.

 

We lived on the second floor of the apartment building my mom had a clothesline from the kitchen window to a pole in the backyard.
I used to clothesline to run a long wire probably 50 ft or more that was connected to my cat's whiskers radio that was my only experience with the clothesline.

 

I remember my dad built a rack for my mom to dry her lace curtains on. It was a rectangular frame that had dozens of little nails sticking out. She'd wash the curtains and stretch them out on the nails. I don't know why they couldn't just be pegged out on the line and then ironed, but maybe they'd shrink that way.

We had a long clothesline in the yard. One night, riding my bike home after dark, I sailed into the yard and hit the clothesline just right with my head. SPROOOIIINNNNGGGG! I went flying backwards off that bike, hit the ground and got the wind knocked out of me.