Hanging clothes on the line is one of my favorite things to do. Here, we have the perfect climate as far as low humidity but it’s almost always so dry that there’s dirt and dust blowing so I don’t hang clothes out that are going to be dusty and gritty when they come in the house.
When I lived in Louisiana, it rained so much and was always so humid that it took forever for clothes to dry on the line but I still had a clothesline and there were days when I could do it.
In Kentucky, we put in a clothesline and I used it often.
In Missouri, we could not find clothesline poles and Vince had to hire a welder to make good, sturdy poles so when he put them in the ground, he did it so they would be easy to dig up and move . . and we did. Those are the ones I have here.
Look at Vince! I was hanging clothes and I noticed a screw coming out of the metal roof so he grabbed his ladder and fixed it. I’m liking the new Vince. Before, he would have said “Add it to the list” and I would have hounded him about it, the screw would have fallen out eventually, he would have bought a new screw, it would not have fit, he would have waited til I hounded him some more, bought more screws . . and then hired someone to come out and change the screw.
It makes a huge difference when I can hang clothes on the days I want, and put them in the dryer when I want. My grandma only had a clothesline most of her days. I remember my mom telling me about when my sister and I were both in diapers, dad was stationed at Ft. Leonardwood and mom would hang diapers on the line and they would freeze before she was done hanging them out. She didn’t have a dryer at the time. I would not have liked that at all but back then, she didn’t have an option.
I hope I never live where I can’t have a clothesline and without my clothes dryer!