The Clothesline

I just got done hanging two loads of wash out on the clothesline on this beautiful spring morning. As I was pinning each article of clothing to the line I thought about how this was once the way of life for most people.There were no dryers to toss things in and whip around until dry; people had to take the time to hang their wash outside. The best was when everything had been dried and even warmed by the sun, and the fresh smell of outside air had been infused into the clothes themselves. And who could possibly resist the urge to bury their nose into the clean laundry and take in a giant whiff?

I suppose we are too busy these days to enjoy this simple pleasure which tends to bring back a host of memories for many of us. The sense of smell is the biggest trigger for human beings with regards to memory. A scent can remind us of something we may cognitively been unable to recall. It can take us back 30, 40 or 50 years in a single second, before we even realize that we were taken anywhere at all.

Clothes, hanging on the line, is a visual story for our neighbors. They see the sizes of the clothes changing as our children grow. They may witness a new size added to the line signifying a tiny addition to one’s family. When the line is bare it states  “We are away”, and when the following week comes about and the line is full once again, it tells everyone that we are now home and to please stop by.  You have nothing to hide when you clothes are on the line. Ah look your neighbor sleeps on striped be linens, or the beautiful table cloth is on the line, possibly they are going to be entertaining a special guest.

The clothesline symbolizes tradition, a way of life, simplicity, comfort, an era gone by. Maybe it is something to revisit this summer. You know…take the time to smell the clothes that were just pulled down off of the line.

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About bacurran

I am a stay-at-home mom living in Hunterdon county NJ and I take care of my husband, two children and a great big giant black dog! This blog is a combination of snip-its from my daily life as a mom along with some of my thoughts on various mom and life related topics!
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6 Responses to The Clothesline

  1. Donna says:

    How long before busty boy rips those clothes off the line ha ha

  2. bacurran says:

    Ha ha…he didn’t touch it!

  3. mom says:

    HOW WELL I REMEMBER THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS. WITH MY MOTHER SHE DEMANDED PERFECTION. OUR CLOTHES LINE WAS ON THE SECOND FLOOR OF OUR HOUSE. WHEN WE HUNG OUR CLOTHES ON THE LINE WE HAD A SPECIAL ORDER TO FOLLOW, NO MIX AND MATCH. THE CLOTHES LINE EXTENDED ACROSS THE BACK OF OUR HOUSE TO THE BACK OF OUR NEIGHBORS HOUSE WHICH MEANT YHEY WERE HANGING TWO STORIES HIGH FOR EVERYONE TO SEE.
    I KIND OF LIKE THE WAY IT IS NOW WITH THE ELECTRIC DRYER.

    LOVE,

    MOM

  4. bacurran says:

    I don’t know Mom…I kinda like the idea of laundry hanging outside. Today I did the bed clothes and they are on the line right now, I love the way they look hanging there! But even better is the way they will smell when I pull them off.

    Oh yeah I have everything hanging in a specific order too. Yesterday it was tops on the front line, Grace’s on the left and Michael’s on the right, and pants were hung on the second line also grouped according to who they belong to.

  5. Joyce says:

    My moom always hung out the wash. Love the smell but don’t like stiff jeans. And my dogs have always pulled stuff off the line.
    🙂

  6. bacurran says:

    Joyce…Buster dosen’t touch it thank God!! Jeans need to be put in the dryer just like towels!!!

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