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I would imagine my grandmother has been turning in her grave a lot lately, but this latest travesty must have her positively spinning.  She was a true believer in hanging laundry out of doors, even on winter days when they came back inside stiff as boards and steaming from the cold.  Even after her daughters decided she was too old to be out there hanging clothes, she refused to use the dryer they installed in the basement.  Her one rule was that the last load had to be out on the lines before 10 AM.  It was a lazy woman who was still doing her wash in what was practically the middle of the day.

Her reasons for hanging laundry outdoors had more to do with tradition and enjoyment than with saving money or helping the environment.  She genuinely looked forward to Mondays, when the washables were scrubbed clean and dried miraculously by nothing but the very air we breathe.

 So, while I miss her terribly, I'm glad she isn't here to see this.  She simply would not be able to comprehend that there are actually people out there who see clean laundry drying on clotheslines as nothing more than the kind of neighborhood blight that threatens to turn communities into rotting ghettos.

Homeowner's Associations across the country are warning residents that clotheslines and all the attendant paraphernalia, like clothespins and clothespin bags and laundry baskets and actual laundry will not be tolerated in plain sight of other humans.

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Highly recd.

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Thanks, JS

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Homeowners associations, Condo associations and all the rest of these fascist, repressive, sanctimonious, self righteous groups
Suck Rocks Big Time.

I hate them nearly as much as I hate Commercial Banks and Insurance Companies.

I wish them all a slow painful death. After which they rot in hell for all eternity !!


C

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I agree. I would never get anywhere near a HOA if I could help it. We have friends who made an offer on a house without realizing right away that there was a HOA attached to it. It cost them but they pulled out, even though they loved the house.

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Fer cripes sake, Ramona. How ridiculous is this country gonna get that we have to actually pass a freakin' law that let's us dry our clothes outdoors on a clothesline?

I live in an Idiotocracy.

Hlep.

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Idiotocracy! I LOVE that! Yeah, nuts, isn't it?

But funny, too.

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We hang our laundry because it smells better and costs less.

I used to do projects in a carefully-controlled and self-styled new town. No antennas, no bird feeders, no storm doors, no vehicles with large lettering on the side were allowed, and all exterior renovation had to use the approved paint colors. I vowed at that time that I would *never* buy into such a situation.

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My God, Donal. It sounds like the worst kind of horror film!

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Sounds like Celebration, Fl.

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I was thinking that, too, but I couldn't remember the name.

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I got a clue for you. It's just about any housing development in Florida these days. And as I understand it a lot of these associations are going bankrupt because so many houses in them are in foreclosure and the banks don't pay the dues.

HAHAH


C

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It was actually Montgomery Village MD, but AIUI Columbia or Reston VA weren't much different.

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I was gonna guess Columbia, given your Baltimore location. Columbia was my intro to the New Town movement.

Participating in projects like this is heady, creative, fun and you can make a living at it. Then, one day, I looked around at the posh club houses, the lush golf courses, the landscaped, gated entryways with the selective vocabulary of vegetation, and the cookie-cutter MacMansions, and thought, my god, you couldn't pay me enough to live here.

Give me a mixed neighborhood full of mixed-up neighbors, oak and chinaberry trees and dogwoods, red brick and white frame houses, kids, dogs and clotheslines, and I'm happy. I can even tolerate a little kudsu as long as there's trumpet vine around, too.

Guess I'm just a downscale kinda guy. But there's one thing that's hard to find in neighborhoods these days that I do long for: walkability.

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There is a freshness, a smell to the clothes taken off the line. You cannot duplicate that with some chemicals on paper you throw in the dryer.

But my God, we are supposed TO BE CONSERVING ENERGY.

And you know what else? Most people who end up buying a residence that is part of an association have no idea what most of the damnable rules are, rules that are applied unequally in many cases.

GREAT POST!!!

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Thanks, DD. I've heard other stories from people who either didn't realize they were buying into a HOA, or couldn't imagine how bad it could be. They found out soon enough. So why are they so popular? Why aren't they overthrown?

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People worried about their property values prefer to enforce predictability. To some extent I can understand. We have some neighbors with half a dozen cars, two immobile hulks, four Rottweilers and a yard full of stuff. But we're hardly perfect with all our backyard projects.

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Yes, Donal, that is the other side of the story. We had a neighbor who loved to work on cars and he didn't have enough room in his driveway so he paved his entire yard! Parts everywhere, and that was our view out of two bedroom windows. They were good neighbors otherwise, so we bit our tongues.

For me, I would have a hard time sticking to rules I thought were silly or arbitrary. Luckily I know that about me and I wouldn't put myself in those places.

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Ramona:
My grandmother's garden was a sensory paradise, melding the breeze-laden scents of hollyhocks, dahlias, lilies, lilac, roses, fresh-cut grasses and.... bed linens hung on the line in the sun, ready to be folded, run through the mangle, refolded, unfolded on beds in bedrooms and sleeping porches, fresh linens to fall into after days spent in the sun, in the breeze, in the garden after a bath, dried by a towel that also snapped in the fresh air breeze......After that hedonistic experience, I once lived on a resort island where it was against the bylaws to hang anything, at all, outside to dry. So that in air saturated with the melded perfume of tea olive and salt water and pine straw it was necessary, instead, to throw everything into a dryer.
It was a sorrow, a sadness, until I discovered the Maritimes in Canada where it was not only acceptable, but expected, that one would hang everything outside to dry.
This photo has great personal meaning to me. As an ode to my gran and a testament to the goodness of clean linen washed and dried by clean air. Despite my more "civilized" upbringing, I hung this wheel and fed this clothesline myself and it was a simple, pure joy:
http://picasaweb.google.com/wwstaebler/MaritimeLaundry#


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Wendy, love your words above. But I'm could get weepy over that clothesline! It is wind energy drying device perfection!

And so is the photo. White linens all in a row, white pickets all in a row. . .sheer magic.

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Forgive the typo. I swear they sneak in there when I'm not looking.

We have a wheel like that for the clothesline off the deck. My hubby was so proud of himself for installing it, too. They're really clever, but sometimes I forget to pull it so that the knot is at the far end. Then I have to take off what I've already hung and start all over again, because that line is not budging!

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Is it not fun just to read her? But Ramona I have to scan it, read it and then read it again.

I told Belle a long time ago, she writes softly. ha

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Thanks, DD. Needed that vote of confidence today. I appreciate it.

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Thanks, Ramona, for helping me remember.

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PS -- on that same "desirable" resort island, one's mailbox had to be painted a particular gray as offered by a particular name paint company.
On the day I painted my mailbox the prescribed color, I got a note slipped under my door an hour later, from a retired Admiral who lived down the street, who wanted to inform me that my mailbox was the wrong color.
The only hitch was that he did not wait until the paint dried to make his judgement.
Oh, give me the Maritimes, where the livin' is easy though hard in other ways/

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So did the admiral apologize? Uh huh.

The Maritimes sound wonderful. The name alone evokes a kind of wishful romance. I've always wanted to go there.

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I haz a clothesline.

:)


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Dryers are the biggest energy hogs I can think of. At least the electric ones are. Not sure about gas though.

I use the complex laundromat even though I can have a washer and dryer in my unit. I found that having a dryer upped my electric bill so far the even putting quarters in the washers and dryers at the laundromat was still less expensive.


C

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Do you hang in the basement in the winter ? That is what my aunt use to do.

C

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I do have a line in the basement, too. I don't use either as much as I should.

I like my clothesline, it's like two telephone poles, with 4 lines, so you can hang 'unmentionables' in the middle.

=D

I have to stand on a milk crate, though. My ex-in mom-in-law had it made, she had one long line that was accessible from her back door. It was a few steps down to the backyard, so you'd hang it easily, then just pulley it out over the grass. I didn't need to stand on a milk crate to hang laundry there.

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I don't have a basement, but if I did, I would have a line down there. We used to have a tiny cottage many miles from a laundromat so we had washtubs, a scrub board, a hand wringer, a couple of clotheslines and some mighty fine bushes on which we threw the sheets. I still have the hand wringer and in the summer we use it to wring swim suits and towels before we hang them up. We feel so darned pioneerish.

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Here is my hand wringer. The patent date is 1923, and it still does the job.

http://picasaweb.google.com/ramonasvoices/RamonaSPics?feat=directlink#5394488645813287058

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My aunt used an old Maytag wringer washer up until she died in the 1980s sometime. She just could not understand any reason to get a new one since the old one kept working just fine.

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Okay, Maukonen, was she a Finlander? Because, honestly, I had an aunt just like yours. Yes, the wringer washer right up until she died in 1984. It sat next to her automatic washer, which was only used now and then. Fels Naptha soap was her stain remover of choice, and she made such a ritual of laundry day (Monday, of course) we threatened to sell tickets.

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Yes she was. Second generation Finn.

C

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Mine too.

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My grandmother never replaced her wringer washer and clothesline before she died in 1977, and my aunt (who had never moved out of her parents’ house) kept using them until she retired and moved out of Detroit a few years later. They also had fits every time another store stopped carrying Fels Naptha soap. I remember searching for it all over where I lived to take it to them when I did my biweekly trip into Detroit to drive my aunt to the grocery store (she also never learned to drive).

And my grandmother wasn’t Finnish. She was from Croatia (but don’t call her Croatian, no matter how long her family had lived in Croatia she was German and don’t you forget it!).

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Oh, you remember the Fels Naptha,too, huh? Interesting that your grandmother was from Croatia. My Croatian uncle married my Finnish Aunt so my cousins are Finnish/Croatian--and they call themselves that!

They make this great walnut roll called Povatica. Heaven on earth!

Recipe here: http://bit.ly/ftUgA

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It's hard enough for some of these repressed people to leave the lights on, how much harder is it for them to see someone else's undies hanging on the line?

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You may be on to something there, JEP. LOL

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The law in this area is an unspeakable quagmire. The intrepid soul who ventures into this formidable wilderness never emerges unscarred. Some, the smarter ones, quickly turn back to take up something easier like the income taxation of trusts and estates. Others, having lost their way, plunge on and after weeks of effort emerge not far from where they began, clearly the worse for wear. On looking back they see the trail they thought they broke obscured with foul smelling waters and noxious weeds. Few willingly take up the challenge again. [Prof. Rabin, Fundamentals of Modern Real Property Law.]

As a gulag resident, Prof. Rabin is essentially correct, if a bit understated. It's best to just find like-minded neighborly comrades and depose the community Stalin yourselves.

I've been gleefully following the Right to Dry movement for awhile. My HOA board is once again sane, but only after traveling through that swamp of covenants, by-laws and non-profit business codes. Now I've developed a real attitude towards the business models under which HOAs are regulated. They are private enterprises endowed with a dictatorial governments authority. Idiotocracies on steroids.

Oy.


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Seashell, some of the battles I've heard about between HOA boards and the residents are epic in proportion! Then there's always Seinfeld's parents down there in Florida. Hilarious! (Unless you're in the middle of it. Then, not so much.)

There are senior subdivisions that don't allow children to stay overnight--which means grandkids have to leave before the sun goes down, I guess. You drive through those places and they're right tidy, but about as interesting as a book with no words. Ugh! But that's another story.

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Ramona - As a native S. Floridian I can attest to the craziness of the condo commandos, as they are known. In Ft. Lauderdale, the stretch known as Galt Ocean Mile has its own newsletter called Tales from the Galt Gulag. For awhile, it was a regular diversion among the GG residents to watch their handcuffed 80 year old board members being hauled off to jail. Doonesbury had a series dedicated to the "laundry police".

You can't make this stuff up!

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Woohoo, I guess NOT! They really hauled them away??

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My grandmother (born in 1901) used to do laundry on Mondays too. :-)

When she lived on a farm in Cottonwood County, Minnesota, she had no choice but to hang the clothes to dry outside. The farmhouse was very small, my grandparents were poor, and they didn't even have electricity until 1938, a few years after President Roosevelt signed the Rural Electrification Act.

From my generation to hers, technology has come a long way very fast. So fast that people have apparently forgotten that hanging clothes was a simple fact of life because electricity was a luxury.

When my grandmother moved off the farm and into town in the 1970s, she continued to hang her laundry in the backyard. She never gave it a second thought; why would she? She took hanging clothes outside as a given like people now take using an electric clothes dryer as a given.

If we took the time to think about how our lifestyles got to where they are today, maybe some of our environmental issues would be easier to resolve. I bet that people a generation or two younger than I am would view hanging clothes outside as a "ghetto" thing to do.

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Ready, I think you're right about the younger generation. Some of the younger people who come to visit can't understand why I would want to hang clothes out on the line when I have a dryer. What a time waster! But often when we're hanging them, they actually get a kick out of it. And, smart as most of them are, it's a real kick for them to take wind-dried clothes off of the line. They feel as if they've really accomplished something. If it weren't so sad, I'd be laughing my head off.

And grandma knew best. Of course.

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I used to help my grandma with the laundry when I would visit her every summer. She didn't own a washing machine, so we went to a laundromat to wash. She dried the towels briefly in the dryer, then hung them outside with the rest of the laundry to dry the rest of the way. That way the towels wouldn't be stiff.

To me, there was something very satisfying about the manual ritual: wiping down the line first, pinning one corner of a sheet to the corner of another sheet, arranging the sheets so that they don't flap into the clothes (otherwise the heavier fabrics don't dry properly). My grandmother's goal was to put everything up in one trip and take everything down in one trip.

Your senses are engaged in hanging clothes on a clothesline: sight, smell, touch. It's meditative.

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Your senses are engaged in hanging clothes on a clothesline: sight, smell, touch. It's meditative.

Great point, ready. That's what makes this whole thing so sad.

And I love the story about your grandmother. Lucky you to have been able to share that with her.

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Yes, I was very lucky to have had her in my life. She was a special person.

Thanks for writing about laundry, Ramona! Who knew clean laundry was political too? :-)

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Clean laundry political? Only in America. . .I'm betting.

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I am a New York City girl, but every summer from age 5 - 16 the day after school let out we were on a plane down to spend the summer with my grandmother on her farm in St. Martin. 25 years ago we had to drive into town to call home. The current (or electricity) was sketchy and at least once a week there'd be brief blackouts. So washer and dryers were not an option.

Monday was laundry day which meant washing by hand (pulling the water from the cistern) and hanging things to dry on the clothesline. Start at 9:30 am, finish washing and hanging by noon. I learned quickly not to hang the sheets too low when the sheep tore it down and ran around the yard with them. :)

Eventually St. Martin's infrastructure got to the point where you didn't have to flip a coin to see if you'd have power all day. For my grandma's 75th birthday my mom sent down a washer and dryer as a gift. I was all giddy about not having to spend Monday afternoons hanging the laundry on the line, more time at the beach. Silly me :) The washer and dryer ended up being a really expensive table. That's not how my grandma rolled.

The biggest hurdle is not that it's ghetto. It's that it's hard work. I'm "doing my laundry" right now which means waiting for the machine to finish while I surf the internet - and even that's too much for some of friends who drop their laundry off to be done.

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What is this thing, "laundry?"

It's so cold up here, dirt hugs the ground just to stay out of the wind.

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Great story about your grandma, dijamo. This thread is full of strong-willed women. ;-)

Yes, laundry is hard work, but I was trying to figure out where the woman from the video was coming from when she was so disgusted by seeing her neighbor's clean laundry. Since hanging laundry is both harmless and temporary, I don't understand how clotheslines get included in local ordinances in the first place. My guess is that it's actually a "class" issue disguised as an aesthetics issue: poor people hang their laundry.

I equated that woman's judgmental disgust to something my former (yay!) roommate said to me when she saw some kids in our neighborhood playing basketball using a milk crate attached to a chain link fence. She said, "That's the ghetto-est thing I've ever seen."

Such negative reactions to unsightly laundry and improvised basketball hoops blow my mind. These people need to get over themselves.

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"Strong-willed women?"

You use this phrase like it is a GOOD thing, Gasket!

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Hey, do you want clean buffalo skins or not?

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Great story, Dijamo. I would have loved your grandmother!

I call washing on a rock or a scrub board and wringing by hand "hard work", but hanging clothes out on a line? Sublime. . .

as long as the wind isn't whipping wet sheets into my face.

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My neighborhood has an HOA, and clotheslines are expressly forbidden. We get around it by having a portable drying rack (available at Target) but it isn't large enough for bedding.

In Victorian times the girls had to stay home from school on Mondays to help with laundry, it was such a big production.

Nowadays, everyday is laundry day!

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Good post, Ramona. I wonder what other things that we used to do by hand that we now do inefficiently mechanically? I know that a dishwasher is probably one of them, but I'll take an energy star rated dishwasher over the endless handwashings that we have to do right now (our apartment has no dishwasher).

I bet that a dryer is the worst energy-waster outside of some inefficient furnaces and air conditioners. In NM, we use the old fashioned swamp-coolers (evaporative cooling) and, except for the couple of weeks every year where the temperature reaches the high 90s, it works wonderfully.

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We have no dishwasher in the apartment either. My mother told us a story that I think of whenever I wash the dishes. My grandmother used to watch some soap opera before all they did was drink cocktails and have affairs, and the housewife in the soap used to leave the faucet running the whole time she was doing her dishes. According to my mother, my grandmother was always outraged by the waste of water.

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I don't have a dishwasher here, either. We live on an island that is nothing but a huge limestone rock. A lot of people have dishwashers here, but they're forever fighting lime build-up. It's so bad, we can't use tap water in our coffee maker. We use refillable bottles and either fill them in the city or fill them for 37 cents a gallon.

But studies show that a dishwasher is more efficient and uses less water than hand washing. I'm careful with running water, too, but my guests aren't always. I don't say much because, after all, they are washing my dishes.

(We collect rain water to wash our hair. Otherwise the lime makes it gunky.)

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