It was stretched out under the shade of the pecan tree in my grandmother’s back yard. Her neighbors had one too that was just over the property line… close enough that it was real easy to talk when you were out there tending to it… and you had to do that at least once a week… and a lot of weeks even more often.
I have never had one in my yard since I have been an adult but there is something that I always loved about a clothes line. Clothes dried outside in the breeze are so different from those dried inside in the dryer.
I remember unloading clothes from the washer into a clothes basket, grabbing the clothes pen bag and heading out to the line to hang up the clothes. It was always a challenge for me to get the clothes, particularly the sheets hung up without getting them on the ground. I have to be honest and tell you that they did hit the ground every once in a while but for the most part I did a pretty good job of keeping everything in the breeze. There were wooden poles that were just standing upright under the line with a nail to hook the line located about half way down the length of the line so you could lower it to hang the clothes… once you had the all hung out to you would lift the pole back up straight to raise the clothes up some to help keep the clothes off the ground.
And you always had to be courteous of your neighbors… like don’t cut the grass on clothes washing day… unless you were using the old rotary mower… and that’s another story for another day. In addition to that, you had to keep an eye out for birds… they seemed to know instinctively when you were bringing the clothes out to dry. And in the winter time, you had to make sure the weather wasn’t going to be freezing or the clothes would freeze and never dry.
But… when the weather was right… and the breeze was good… there was nothing better than climbing into a bed at night after the freshly wash sheets were line dried… now THAT’S some serious sleeping!!!