Surely there is no comparison to soft, warm clothes fresh out of the dryer as someone recently reminded me, relieved to finally not have to wait for clothes to dry naturally. This reminded me of what a family celebration we had when our hand-me-down dryer was carefully inched in its nook tucked beside the washer in my childhood home. How had we managed with stiff, air dried laundry for years? You do what you have to do.
But if our family had never hung clothes in the breeze and warm sunshine, my sister and I may never have experienced running alternately between dangling sheets and dresses feeling the refreshing brush of the cool, wet twist of fabrics. We may never have battled the racing storm-flash as we wildly grasped at sheets and towels throwing wash and pins in the basket together, willing to reach the swinging gate and porch before the downpour. And we may never have tugged with the dog for the piece lazily draped unpinned that fell from the line until we fell back laughing on the ground, hair gathering loose sprigs of dried grass.
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I'm old enough and fortunate enough to have had this experience you write about.
The visual is so powerful in your words, that after all these years, the sense of smell is also activated. I can smell the sunshine laden linens now. How wonderful if
all our children could have this experience.
But alas, the smell of bounce will be their memory.
anonymous is Liz
You sure do make simpler times sound much more preferable to now... :-)
Being your sister, I sure remember those days. Not quite as descriptive as you do. Thanks for reminding me of each step of the way.
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