Living in my small Michigan town the coming of Labor Day marks the end of summer.Â As we say good-bye to the long days and warm weather, I also say good-bye to my clothesline.Â I am not a hardcore clothesline user in that I do not use a clothesline for my regular laundry!Â Kudos to those of you who do!!Â If that was what you were looking for then you will find some great information from this past post.
For me, I use a clothesline to dry beach towels, heavy rugs that take too long to dry in the dryer, items I would rather not bring into my house all wet, and some photo shoots for my Etsy shop.Â I have the simple retractable kind that I can take out and store away when I am not using it.Â It just so happened that, the last time the satellite was overhead; they captured my clothesline out in the backyard.Â I laughed when I saw it and was thankful I donâ€™t have to hang my skivvies out on the line!
A clothesline evokes many feelings, but mostly those of nostalgia, which are best expressed in the following poem.
A CLOTHESLINE POEM
A clothesline was a news forecast
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 on 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 table cloths”
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 gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
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 anybody’s 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.
Do you use a clothesline?