To neighbors passing by,
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the "fancy" sheets
And towels upon the line;
You'd see the "company tablecloths"
With intricate designs.
The line announced a baby's birth
From folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes were hung;
So carefully with pride.
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It also said, "gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "we're back" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy and grey,
As neighbors carefully raised their brow,
And looked the other way.
But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work much less,
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybodys guess.
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line.
I love using our clothesline. I also use an inside Amish wooden drying rack when the weather is so that I cannot hang our laundry outside on the clothesline.
I am thankful for my washer and dryer. I enjoy doing laundry whether I use my dryer, my outside clothesline or my inside Amish wooden drying rack.
I love fresh from the clothesline laundry.
It is wonderful to snuggle under fresh from the clothesline bedding for a good nights sleep.