In days past Monday was wash day. I used to have the dish towels that proved it...I could count on taking Tuesday off because that is ironing day and Wednesday too as that is sewing day.
Yes I wash on Mondays, but then I wash on others days too cause I don’t have to heat water and lug it to the washer or use that wringer.
This is a wringer stand that has a wash tub on both sides. This wringer was adjusted by the knobs at the top and you provided the power by turning that handle.
A wringer was why ironing day followed wash days…they made terrible wrinkles in clothing.
My Mothers wringer washer was like this one minus the sign. Electric it was. With lots of warnings that you didn’t want to get any body parts going through the wringer. We had an old soaking stick that we would use to fish the clothing up out of the washer with…it was all slimy and soft on the pokey end. We poked clothes up near the wringer and watched them get rung.
When I was about 7 years old maybe 8 I have a very vivid memory.
It was a sunny day and we were on a fairgrounds someplace in Southern Minnesota or Iowa, we were seated in the grandstand. We were watching some kind of show…there were clowns…running around acting clown like. At one point they wheeled out a wringer washer and one of the littlest clowns got stuck in the wringer and came out on the other side flat as a pancake. The crowd roared. Of course the child in me was traumatized by such an event and after that I was really really really careful around the wringer. I realized later as an adult that no one would fit in a wringer, it was some slight of washer trick. Perhaps it was revealed at the time..but I had my eyes closed tight.
Now..does anyone else remember this slight of washer trick?
Shortly before my other baby brother was born in 1960 my Mother got a fancy smancy washer with a spin dry compartment. I was so relieved not to have to worry about that wringer anymore.