This picture has already been posted… I know. But I am not sure how many saw my brother’s comment after the posting.
“I love the house. Lose the clothes lines!”
It is funny how childhood experiences shape us so differently. A line with clothes blowing in the wind reminds me of times when folks had a harder life… no dryer and hanging clothes was homely like the apple pie baking in the oven.
Before I offend anyone of my dearly loved friends, please know that I admire your appreciation for the scent of the clean outdoors and saving the electricity and all the other reasons I am sure there is to hang out the clothes. Please know that this is not a judgement. I understand there are reasons (maybe) to hang the clothes out to dry. I admire you.
Growing up, we lived on the outskirts of a trailer park. I actually drove back to the neighborhood a couple of years ago and was shocked by where we lived. But this isn’t about that. When I was just finishing high school, my parents had the great idea to start a group home for seniors. They converted most of the house to accomadate this idea.
For a misfit teen, this was very uncool. I was so not impressed with a bunch of seniors invading my space… my home.
Most of the seniors my parents took were suffering from Alzheimer’s. So often they were found roaming in areas of the house, confused.
This little part is off subject of clotheslines… but one I am sharing so you understand life as I knew it at that time. I had come home from university, and was sleeping on our pleather (no not a miss-spelled word) pink sofa. I was aroused by sounds of a tap running. As I lifted my head, there was Lettie, one of our very confused seniors, peeing beside the sofa.
OK back to clotheslines. We had a dryer. I am not sure if it was to save money.. but it must have been… We hung all our clothes on the line out back. And then when there was no room, they were lain on the ground. BIG PANTIES of somebody’s grandma… all over our backyard.
I was already a geek, ugly, lonely and add this … too much. So my brother’s comment is funny. Why… would anyone WANT to have a clothes line???
OK I am traumatized by ugly undies and brassieres that were all over our lawn.
This clothes line at the new house… I don’t know. Maybe a good volleyball net could disguise it. By the way… Bounce.. the fabric softener came out with a scent called the fresh outdoors… or something like that. 🙂