Growing up in on a farm in Indiana, my mother worked so hard to keep us clean and fed. With 9 children, there were LOTS of clothes on the clotheslines!!! And we had LONG clotheslines!!! Mine are only 22 ft, with 4 strands, but that will be more than enough for our purposes.
Tonight when I go to bed and climb between those crisp cotton sheets, it will be a wonderful reminder of how blessed I am.
I read a poem years ago about clotheslines and thought I would share. Enjoy!
A CLOTHESLINE POEM
by Marilyn K. Walker
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.
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.
I just discovered your blog and love it :) What a job you have been doing and how wonderful it looks. I am addicted to farmhouse rehab stories / decorating and have added this to my faves list. I live in an 1849 Federal that we're "sprucing up" but nothing on the scale of what you've done. The 1810 property stayed in the same family until 1987, so everything was mostly cared for and updated through the years. The first non-family owner bought it then and did some big improvements, and we bought it three years ago this month. I look forward to seeing more pics and stories.
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